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    Chapter 9 - Page 2

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    'charge!' Then she blew the 'retreat,' and
    said, 'That's for you, you rebels; the Rangers don't ever retreat!'

    "The music frightened them away, but they were hungry, and kept
    coming back. And of course they got bolder and bolder, which is
    their way. It went on for an hour, then the tired child went to
    sleep, and it was pitiful to hear her moan and nestle, and I
    couldn't do anything for her. All the time I was laying for the
    wolves. They are in my line; I have had experience. At last the
    boldest one ventured within my lines, and I landed him among his
    friends with some of his skull still on him, and they did the rest.
    In the next hour I got a couple more, and they went the way of the
    first one, down the throats of the detachment. That satisfied the
    survivors, and they went away and left us in peace.

    "We hadn't any more adventures, though I kept awake all night and
    was ready. From midnight on the child got very restless, and out
    of her head, and moaned, and said, 'Water, water - thirsty'; and
    now and then, 'Kiss me, Soldier'; and sometimes she was in her fort
    and giving orders to her garrison; and once she was in Spain, and
    thought her mother was with her. People say a horse can't cry; but
    they don't know, because we cry inside.

    "It was an hour after sunup that I heard the boys coming, and
    recognized the hoof-beats of Pomp and Caesar and Jerry, old mates
    of mine; and a welcomer sound there couldn't ever be.

    Buffalo Bill was in a horse-litter, with his leg broken by a
    bullet, and Mongrel and Blake Haskins's horse were doing the work.
    Buffalo Bill and Thorndike had lolled both of those toughs.

    "When they got to us, and Buffalo Bill saw the child lying there so
    white, he said, 'My God!' and the sound of his voice brought her to
    herself, and she gave a little cry of pleasure and struggled to get
    up, but couldn't, and the soldiers gathered her up like the
    tenderest women, and their eyes were wet and they were not ashamed,
    when they saw her arm dangling; and so were Buffalo Bill's, and
    when they laid her in his arms he said, 'My darling, how does this
    come?' and she said, 'We came to save you, but I was tired, and

    couldn't keep awake, and fell off and hurt myself, and couldn't get
    on again.' 'You came to save me, you dear little rat? It was too
    lovely of you!' 'Yes, and Soldier stood by me, which you know he
    would, and protected me from the wolves; and if he got a chance he
    kicked the life out of some of them - for you know he would, BB.'
    The sergeant said, 'He laid out three of them, sir, and here's the
    bones to show for it.' 'He's a grand horse,' said BB; 'he's the
    grandest horse that ever was! and has saved your life, Lieutenant-
    General Alison, and shall protect it the rest of
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