The next day we took them out, and, tying each one on a mule, we struck out on our return trip to Fort Lyon.
At the hotel outside the city, where we had stopped on Thursday and Friday, we were joined by our man with the pack-mule.

That night we camped on Cherry Creek, seventeen miles from Denver.

The weather--it being in April--was cold and stormy, but we found a warm and cosy camping place in a bend of the creek.

We made our beds in a row, with our feet towards the fire.

The prisoners so far had appeared very docile, and had made no attempt to escape, and therefore I did not think it necessary to hobble them.