“But as for your proposal involving Miss Chadron, I am honored by it,” said King.
“Any man would be!” Chadron declared.
“And we will just let it stand, waiting the lady’s sanction.”
That brightened Chadron up. He moved about, and there was a sound as if he had slapped the young officer on the back in pure comradeship and open admiration.
“What’s your scheme for drawin’ that feller into firin’ on your men?” he asked.
“We’ll talk it over as we go,” said King.
A bugle lifted its sharp, electrifying note in the barracks.
“Boots and saddles!” Chadron said.
“Yes; we march at nine o’clock.”