That
the consequences were so serious he could not have foreseen.
As the man most injured in the affair, I earnestly ask that
no charges be preferred. Were we in civil life I should
refuse to prosecute, and, if the case be brought before a
court-martial it will probably fail--for lack of evidence.
Very Respectfully,
Your Obedient Servant,
NEIL D. BLAKELY,
1st Lieut., ----th Cavalry.
Now, Doty had been known to hold his tongue when a harmful story might
be spread, but he could no more suppress his rejoicing over this than
he could the impulse to put it in slang. "Say, aint this just a
corker?" said this ingenuous youth, as he spread it on his desk for
Graham's grimly gleaming eyes. Plume had read it in dull, apathetic,
unseeing fashion. It was the morning after the Apache _emeute_. Plume
had stared hard at his adjutant a moment, then, whipping up the sun
hat that he had dropped on his desk, and merely saying, "I'll
return--shortly," had sped to his darkened quarters and not for an
hour had he reappeared. Then the first thing he asked for was that
letter of Mr. Blakely's, which, this time, he read with lips
compressed and twitching a bit at the corners.
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