CHAPTER XIII.
THE BLACK HILLERS EN ROUTE.
The young Texan had judged rightly when he conjectured that it was Sam Chichester and Captain Jack that had ridden out from the straggling column of the Black Hillers, as he saw from his eyrie in the tree.
They had two objects in doing so.

The ostensible object was to reach the camping-ground first with some game for supper, but another was to converse, unheard by the others, on the probable dangers of the trip, and means to meet and overcome such dangers.
"There is no doubt the Sioux are on the war-path," said Chichester to Captain Jack, as they rode on side by side.
"None in the world.

They've taken a hundred scalps or more already on the Black Hills route.

The troops have been ordered to move up the Missouri and Yellowstone, and that will make them worse than ever.

We'll be lucky if we get through without a brush.