“Since Jed Warren’s unaccountable disappearance,” went on the sergeant, “I am more particular than ever to look over every one who passes this way.”
“You take lantern then, I s’pose?” said Teddy Banes, a touch of sarcasm in his tone.
The sergeant laughed dryly.
“Quite good, Banes,” he said. “Ah! Did you hear that?”
“Certain I hear him,” answered the half-breed.
“I reckon you are right, Banes. They seem to be headed this way. From the prairie these barracks must shine like a constellation.”
“Nobody could miss him but one who wants to,” remarked Teddy, sagely.
“I’m still hoping Jed Warren may be among that party.”
“No—no!”
“What makes you so confounded sure about it, Banes? Why in thunder do you always insist he’s a deserter?”