"Can this be Major McDonald's daughter." "Yes, Major Elliott; I can repeat the story as we ride along, sir.

You are the advance of Custer's expedition, I presume ?" "We are; the others are some miles behind, moving slowly so that the wagons can keep within touch.

Wonderful the way those wagons have pushed ahead over the rough country.

Have only missed camp twice since we left Dodge." "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.