"Halt!"
Then quickly followed the words:
"I am Lieutenant Kit Carey of the Seventh."
A cheer followed his words, and springing forward to where Kit Carey sat upon his Indian pony, Captain Foshay seized his hands, while he said, earnestly:
"My noble Carey, I have heard all from Emma, and was going to rescue you, or avenge you."
"No need of either now, Captain Foshay, though I thank you for your coming; but Sitting Bull remembered a service I once rendered him when I was a mere boy, and he professed friendship, and released me."
"Sitting Bull away from his camp?" said Captain Foshay, anxiously.
"Yes, sir; but returning to it now."
"The red scamp is away plotting mischief, for we know now that he is at the bottom of this Messiah craze, and is fomenting trouble among all the tribes who acknowledge his leadership. You are just the man, Lieutenant Carey, whom the general wishes, and if I am not mistaken you will start at once upon a mission that will either bring peace or war."
"I wish I could feel that I could use such influence, captain," responded Kit Carey.