In Barracks and Wigwam — page 210: what you’re looking at

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+7 ine, CHAPTER XXXII. VAIN PLEADING. “Linn!” eerucel!”” That was all they could say in the first moment of astonishment. The lad who had been so deeply wronged, and the recreant friend who had wronged him, stood sazing at each other with flushed faces, almost doubting the evidence of their own eyes. Deerfoot watched them with a grim and evil smile, and the two braves squatted indifferently against the door of the lodge. | ‘How did you get here, Linn?” Bruce asked, hoarsely. “No one knew what had become of you—ah, you are in uniform. I understand it all now. You enlisted in the army and were sent West. And it was my fault—my base cowardice and lies that drove you to it.” “Yes, I enlisted,” said Linn, quietly. “That accounts for my presence here. But you, Bruce? I thought you were still at Carlisle!” “No, we left there at the end of July. Father, was ordered to Fort Fremont, in Western Montana. And a week ago he started with three troops of cavalry to join the field column under Major Dallas. I persuaded him to take me with him, and this is the result. Day before yesterday [ was out with a scouting party, and a lot of Indians led by Deerfoot surrounded us. He recognized me and spared my life, but all the soldiers were killed and scalped. I was brought here this morning, and I suppose my father believes me dead.” a) : \S) Oo Wi or ant ie ty —- ef CL Ad oy 5