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“And now look here,” said the colonel, pointing out to the eastward where some lithe-limbed hounds were coursing over the prairie with Ralph on his fleet sorrel racing in pursuit. “Look at young McCrea out there where there are no telegraph poles to help you judge the distance. If he were an Indian whom you wanted to bring down what would you set your sights at, providing you had time to set them at all?” and the veteran Indian fighter smiled grimly.

The doctor shook his head.

“It is too big a puzzle for me,” he answered. “Five minutes ago I would have said three hundred at the utmost, but I don’t know now.”

“How about that, Nihil?” asked the colonel, turning to a soldier riding with the head-quarters party.

Nihil’s brown hand goes up to the brim of his scouting hat in salute, but he shook his head.

“The bullet would kick up a dust this side of him, sir,” was the answer.

“People sometimes wonder why it is we manage to hit so few of these Cheyennes or Sioux in our battles with them,” said the colonel. “Now you can get an idea of one of the difficulties. They rarely come within six hundred yards of us when they are attacking a train or an infantry escort, and are always riding full tilt, just as you saw Ralph just now. It is next to impossible to hit them.”

“I understand,” said the doctor. “How splendidly that boy rides!”

“Ralph? Yes. He’s a genuine trooper. Now, there’s a boy whose whole ambition is to go to West Point. He’s a manly, truthful, dutiful young fellow, born and raised in the army, knows the plains by heart, and just the one to make a brilliant and valuable cavalry officer, but there isn’t a ghost of a chance for him.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Why! how is he to get an appointment? If he had a home somewhere in the East, and his father had influence with the Congressman of the district, it might be done; but the sons of army officers have really very little chance. The President used to have ten appointments a year, but Congress took them away from him. They thought there were too many cadets at the Point; but while they were virtuously willing to reduce somebody else’s prerogatives in that line, it did not occur to them that they might trim a little on their own. Now the President is allowed only ten ‘all told,’ and can appoint no boy until some of his ten are graduated or otherwise disposed of. It really gives him only two or three appointments a year, and he has probably a thousand applicants for every one. What chance has an army boy in Wyoming against the son of some fellow with Senators and Representatives at his back in Washington? If the army could name an occasional candidate, a boy like Ralph would be sure to go, and we would have more soldiers and fewer scientists in the cavalry.”

By this time the head of the compact column was well up, and the captain of the leading troop, riding with his first lieutenant in front of his sets of fours, looked inquiringly at the colonel, as though half expectant of a signal to halt or change the gait. Receiving none, and seeing that the colonel had probably stopped to look over his command, the senior troop leader pushed steadily on.

Behind him, four abreast, came the dragoons,–a stalwart, sunburned, soldierly-looking lot. Not a particle of show or glitter in their attire or equipment. Utterly unlike the dazzling hussars of England or the European continent, when the troopers of the United States are out on the broad prairies of the West “for business,” as they put it, hardly a brass button, even, is to be seen.

The colonel notes with satisfaction the nimble, active pace of the horses as they go by at rapid walk, and the easy seat of the men in their saddles.