General Crook and the Fighting Apaches / Treating Also of the Part Borne by Jimmie Dunn in the days, 1871-1886, When With Soldiers and Pack-trains and Indian Scouts, but Employing the Stronger Weapons of Kindness, Firmness and Honesty, the Gray Fox Worked Hard to the End That the White Men and the Red Men in the Southwest as in the Northwest Might Better Understand One Another

by Edwin L. Sabin

“That dog-gone liquor!” he growled.

Jimmie sprang forward, and saluted the lieutenant.

“I’d like to go with the packs, sir.”

“You would? Why? You’ve been once, and you know what it means?”

“Well, I’d like to try again, sir. I won’t get enough till Geronimo gets enough.”

The lieutenant’s face lighted up.

“If that’s your spirit, there’s no man I’d rather have with me. So you and Moore settle it between you.”

And he galloped on.

“Gosh, but this will break the general all up,” muttered Tom. “All right,” he added. “You get your outfit together and go along with Maus.”

Chihuahua, Nana, and sixty or seventy others of the Chiricahuas still remained. Lieutenant Faison was to take them on, up to Bowie. Lieutenant Maus and Lieutenant Shipp, with a company of the scouts and Jimmie’s pack-train, set out in the opposite direction.