IIJarvis Cutler lifted the dead Loomis out of the cabin. He made a try for Kelley’s body, but the room had become a cave of flame, and he was driven from the door. He wrung his hands, giving himself bitter blame aloud, as he covered Loomis with his saddle-blanket, and jumped bareback upon Duster to go to the post. He had not been riding a minute when several men met him. They had seen the fire from below, and on their way up the half-breed had passed them at a run.
“Here’s our point,” said Cutler. “Will he hide with the Sioux, or will he take to the railroad? Well, that’s my business more than being wagon-master. I’ll get a warrant. You tell Lieutenant Balwin—and somebody give me a fresh horse.”
A short while later, as Cutler, with the warrant in his pocket, rode out of Fort Laramie, the
