CHAPTER X. - TEXAS RUNS AMUCK."Drunk! Drunk! For Heaven's sake what do you mean?"
Mark had been sitting in the door of a tent in "A" company street, vigorously polishing a musket. At the moment he had dropped the gun and thecleaning kit to the ground and was gazing in amazement at Indian, who had halted, breathless, in front of him.
"Drunk!" the first speaker repeated. "Texas drunk! What on earth are you talking about?"
The other was so red in the face and out of breath fromwhat had evidently been a long run that he could scarcely manage to answer. His eyes were staring, and his face a picture of excitement and alarm.
"Bless my soul!" he gasped. "I tell you—I saw him! He's wild!"
"What do you mean? Where is he?"
"He—he's gota horse! He's ridden off! Oh—bless my soul—he's killing ever
