Pt and sent it by the orderly.

 The doctor turned, his somber gaze following the now distant figure of
the post commander, struggling painfully up the yielding sand of the
steep slope to the plateau. The stretcher bearers and attendants were
striding away to hospital with the now unconscious burden. The few men,
lingering close at hand, were grouped about the dead Apaches. The
gathering watchers along the bank were beyond earshot. Staff officer and
surgeon were practically alone and the latter answered: "I mean, sir,
that if that Apache knife had been driven in by an Apache warrior,
Mullins would have been dead long hours ago--which he isn't." Byrne
turned a shade grayer. "Could _she_ have done that?" he asked, with one
sideward jerk of his head toward the major's quarters. "I'm not saying,"
quoth the Scot. "I'm asking was there anyone else?" CHAPTER IX A CARPET
KNIGHT, INDEED The flag at Camp Sandy drooped from the peak. Except by
order it never hung

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