A Daughter of the Sioux

The major commanding looked up from the morning report and surveyed the post adjutant with something of perturbation if not annoyance in his grim gray eyes. For the fourth time that week had Lieutenant Field requested permission to be absent for several hours. The major knew just why the junior wished to go and where. The major knew just why he wished him not to go but saw fit to name almost any other than the real reason when with a certain awkward hesitancy he began: W-ell is the post return ready? It will be sir in abundant time was the prompt reply. You know they sent it back for correction last month hazarded the commander.