CHAPTER XIX.
"SAVE, OH, SAVE MY HUSBAND!" "Safe and in port at last, as old Cale Durg used to say, when a scout was over and he was back in garrison." This was the joyous exclamation of Captain Jack Crawford, as he turned to Sam Chichester when their party rode into the settlement at the Deadwood Mines in the Black Hills.

Escorted nearly all the way by the cavalry they had so providentially met, they had been troubled no more by the Indians, and excepting the loss of some horses, and part of their "fit-out" and stores, had suffered nothing.

Not a man had been hurt, and best of all, they came in sober, for the benzine had all gone with the lost packs, for it was heaviest on the mules, as it would have been on the men, had it not been host.
"I'm glad the trip is over.

My temper never has been more tried," said Chichester.

"The most of the men have had their own way, though when we started they promised on honor to obey me as captain.