“Back with the wagon-train, sir; and he never got in sight of the Buttes or Rayner’s battalion.  You know Rayner had four companies there.”

“I don’t see how Gower could have taken the money, if that’s what you mean, if he never came up to the Buttes:  Rayner swore it was there in Hull’s original package.  Then, too, how could Gower’s name affect him if he had never seen him?”

“Possibly he has heard something.  Clancy has been talking.”

“I have looked into that,” said the colonel.  “Clancy denies knowing anything,—­says he was drunk and didn’t know what he was talking about.”

All the same it was queer, thought the adjutant, and he greatly wanted to see the doctor and talk with him; but by the time his office-work was done the doctor had gone to town, and when he came back he was sent for to the laundress’s quarters, where Mrs. Clancy was in hysterics and Michael had again been very bad.

Soon after the captain’s return to his quarters, it seems, a messenger was sent from Mrs. Rayner requesting Mrs. Clancy to come and see her at once.  She was ushered up-stairs to madame’s own apartment, much to Miss Travers’s surprise, and that young lady was further astonished, when Mrs. Clancy reappeared, nearly an hour later, to see that she had been weeping violently.  The house was in some disorder, most of the trunks being packed and in readiness for the start, and Miss Travers was entertaining two or three young officers and waiting for her sister to come down to luncheon.  “The boys” were lachrymose over her prospective departure,—­at least they affected to be,—­and were variously sprawled about the parlor when Mrs. Clancy descended, and the inflamed condition of her eyes and nose became apparent to all.  There was much chaff and fun, therefore, when Mrs. Rayner finally appeared, over the supposed affliction of the big Irishwoman at the prospect of parting with her patroness.  Miss Travers saw with singular sensations that both the captain and her usually self-reliant sister were annoyed and embarrassed by the topic and strove to change it; but Foster’s propensity for mimicry and his ability to imitate Mrs. Clancy’s combined brogue and sniffle proved too much for their efforts.  Kate was in a royally bad temper by the time the youngsters left the house, and when Nellie would have made some laughing allusion to the fun the young fellows had been having over her morning caller, she was suddenly and tartly checked with—­

“We’ve had too much of that already.  Just understand now that you have no time to waste, if your packing is unfinished.  We start to-morrow afternoon.”

“Why, Kate!  I had no idea we were to go for two days yet!  Of course I can be ready; but why did you not tell me before?”

“I did not know it—­at least it was not decided—­until this morning, after the captain came back from the office.  There is nothing to prevent our going, now that he has seen the colonel.”