Molly McDonald - A Tale of the Old Frontier by Randall Parrish
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"When was that, sir?"
"Before the blizzard all except your troop were at Camp Supply; they had joined since, and it was then we heard about your trip down here. What became of your men, Sergeant?" "Wasson and one private were killed, sir; the other private was frozen so badly I had to leave him in shelter on the Cimarron." "By gad, it sounds interesting; and so you tackled the villains alone, and had some fight at that before rescuing Miss McDonald. Well, the story will keep until we make camp again. However," and he bent low over the lady's hand, "I must congratulate Miss McDonald on her escaping without any serious injury." "That is not all I should be congratulated upon, Major Elliott," she said quietly. "No--eh--perhaps I do not understand." "I desire that you shall; I refer to my engagement to Sergeant Hamlin." The officer glanced in some bewilderment from her face to that of the silent trooper. "You--you mean matrimonial?" he stammered, plainly embarrassed, unable so suddenly to grasp the peculiar situation. "Hamlin, what--what does this mean?" "Miss Molly and I have known each other for some time," explained the |
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