been Ietan or Comanche camps, and was much

interested.

The next afternoon they sighted the stockade; they were almost home.

"The flag's still flying. Thank God, the party's all right," exclaimed the lieutenant. "Give them a cheer, boys, when we arrive. We return disappointed, but not defeated, and far from conquered."

The hoarse cheer was answered. The soldiers—Sergeant Meek, Corporal Jerry Jackson, Freegift Stout, Alec Roy, and all—trooped out, to stand in line and present arms as the lieutenant, leading, rode through the gate. He saluted them like an officer again, and smiled wanly as if glad to be back.