I grieve to say that in spite of their previous attitude of reformation a smile of gratified expectancy lit up the faces of the younger members, and even the older ones glanced dubiously at Briggs.

Mosby made no attempt to conceal a sigh of relief as he carefully laid out an extra supply of glasses in his bar.

Suddenly the oncoming yells ceased, the wild gallop of hoofs slackened into a trot, and finally halted, and even the responsive shouts of the camp stopped also.

We all looked vacantly at each other; Mosby leaped over his counter and went to the door; Briggs followed with the rest of us.

The night was dark, and it was a few minutes before we could distinguish a straggling, vague, but silent procession moving through the moist, heavy air on the hill.