yard. Then the gate was closed and barred again.
"Has Captain Moore returned?" asked Joe, as soon as he could get the guard's attention.
"I haven't seen him."
"How long have you been on duty?"
"Came on about an hour ago."
"Has Lieutenant Carrol come in?" came from Benson.
"Not that I know of; reckon not," answered the guard.
"Worse and worse!" groaned the old scout. "Who is in command here?"
"Captain Lee. But he's about half sick, too."
"It's a trick of the enemy!" cried Darry.
"A trick?" queried the guard with interest.
"Yes, a trick," put in Joe. "Benson, hadn't they better sound the alarm?"
"Yes, and I'll interview Captain Lee."
No more was said, and, while the sentinel called the corporal of the guard, the old scout hurried off to find the captain in command. With him went Joe and Darry. Joe's heart was like a lump of lead, for he was much concerned over the non-appearance of his brother. Had the captain met the Indians and been killed or taken prisoner?
Captain Lee was in a sound sleep, but quickly roused up when told that an important message
