CHAPTER XXXVIII.
AT CAMP SUPPLY There are yet living in that great Southwest those who will retell the story of Hamlin's ride from the banks of the Washita to Camp Supply.
It remains one of the epics of the plains, one of the proud traditions of the army.

To the man himself those hours of danger, struggle and weariness, were more a dream than a reality.

He passed through them almost unconsciously, a soldier performing his duty in utter forgetfulness of self, nerved by the discipline of years of service, by the importance of his mission, and by memory of Molly McDonald.

Love and duty held him reeling in the saddle, brought him safely to the journey's end.
Let the details pass unwritten.

Beneath the darkening skies of early evening, the Sergeant and the Osage guide rode forth into the peril and mystery of the shrouded desert.