The Deserter | Page 3

him as a father and trust him
as implicitly as they would a savings-bank."
"That's all very well," answers Rayner; "but I wouldn't want to carry
any such sum with me."
"It's different with Hull's men, captain. They are ordered in through the
posts and settlements. They have a three weeks' march ahead of them
when they get through their scout, and they want their money on the
way. It was only after they had drawn it that the news came of the
Indians' crossing and of our having to jump for the warpath. Everybody
thought yesterday morning that the campaign was about over so far as
we are concerned. Halloo! here comes young Hayne. Now, what does
he want?"
Riding a quick, nervous little bay troop horse, a slim-built officer, with
boyish face, laughing blue eyes, and sunny hair, comes loping up the
long prairie wave; he shouts cheery greeting to one or two brother
subalterns who are plodding along beside their men, and exchanges
some merry chaff with Lieutenant Ross, who is prone to growl at the
luck which has kept him afoot and given to this favored youngster a
"mount" and a temporary staff position. The boy's spirits and fun seem
to jar on Rayner's nerves. He regards him blackly as he rides gracefully
towards the battalion commander, and with decidedly nonchalant ease
of manner and an "off-hand" salute that has an air about it of saying, "I
do this sort of thing because one has to, but it doesn't really mean
anything, you know," Mr. Hayne accosts his superior:
"Ah, good-evening, captain. I have just come back from the front, and
Captain Hull directed me to give you his compliments and say that we
would camp in the bend yonder, and he would like you to post strong
pickets and have a double guard to-night."
"Have me post double guards! How the devil does he expect me to do
that after marching all day?"

"I did not inquire, sir: he might have told me 'twas none of my business,
don't you know?" And Mr. Hayne has the insufferable hardihood to
wink at the battalion adjutant,--a youth of two years' longer service than
his own.
"Well, Mr. Hayne, this is no matter for levity," says Rayner, angrily.
"What does Captain Hull mean to do with his own men, if I'm to do the
guard?"
"That is another point, Captain Rayner, which I had not the requisite
effrontery to inquire into. Now, you might ask him, but I couldn't, don't
you know?" responds Hayne, smiling amiably the while into the
wrathful face of his superior. It serves only to make the indignant
captain more wrathful; and no wonder. There has been no love lost
between the two since Hayne joined the Riflers early the previous year.
He came in from civil life, a city-bred boy, fresh from college, full of
spirits, pranks, fun of every kind; a wonderfully keen hand with the
billiard-cue; a knowing one at cards and such games of chance as
college boys excel at; a musician of no mean pretensions, and an
irrepressible leader in all the frolics and frivolities of his comrades. He
had leaped to popularity from the start. He was full of courtesy and
gentleness to women, and became a pet in social circles. He was frank,
free, off-handed with his associates, spending lavishly, "treating" with
boyish ostentation on all occasions, living quite en grand seigneur, for
he seemed to have a little money outside his pay,--"a windfall from a
good old duffer of an uncle," as he had explained it. His father, a
scholarly man who had been summoned to an important under-office in
the State Department during the War of the Rebellion, had lived out his
honored life in Washington and died poor, as such men must ever die.
It was his wish that his handsome, spirited, brave-hearted boy should
enter the army, and long after the sod had hardened over the father's
peaceful grave the young fellow donned his first uniform and went out
to join "The Riflers." High-spirited, joyous, full of laughing fun, he was
"Pet" Hayne before he had been among them six months. But within
the year he had made one or two enemies. It could not be said of him
that he showed that deference to rank and station which was expected
of a junior officer; and among the seniors were several whom he

speedily designated "unconscionable old duffers" and treated with as
little semblance of respect as a second lieutenant could exhibit and be
permitted to live. Rayner prophesied of him that, as he had no balance
and was burning his candle at both ends, he would come to grief in
short order. Hayne retorted that the only balance that Rayner had any
respect for