"Here, Carter," he called, "do you know where that cavalryman is who rode in from Fort Union this afternoon ?" A face appeared in the glow of light, and a gloved hand rose to salute.
"He's asleep in 'B's' shack, sir," the orderly replied.

"Said he 'd been on the trail two nights and a day." "Reckon he had, and some riding at that.

Rout him out, will you; tell him the Major wants to see him here at once." The man wheeled as if on a pivot, and disappeared.
"If Carter could only ride," began McDonald, but Travers interrupted impatiently.
"If! But we all know he can't.

Worst I ever saw, must have originally been a sailor." He slowly refilled his pipe.

"Now, see here, Dan, it's your daughter that's to be looked after, and therefore I want you to size this man up for yourself.