command of the fort now fell upon Captain Moore.
As soon as possible the young commander went in to see his superior. He found Colonel Fairfield very weak and in no condition to talk upon military matters. He took the young captain's hand, and said feebly:
"You must do your best, captain, do your best. Defend the place to the last."
"I will, Colonel Fairfield," answered the young officer. "And I trust you recover soon."
That day and the next passed without incident of a special nature. Sick and wounded were cared for by the surgeon, and a detachment went out, accompanied by Sam Benson and Hank Leeson, to look for any of the soldiers who had been attacked by the Indians or desperadoes and who might still be alive.
When this party returned they brought in the bodies of two soldiers that had fallen.
"The Indians are gathering in force," said old Benson, who had been right among them in the darkness. "There are now over a hundred and twenty of them."
"And what of the desperadoes?" asked Captain Moore.
"The desperadoes number twenty-six," answered Hank Leeson. "I counted noses myself.
