Beneath the protecting shadows of the first group of cottonwoods, almost on the banks of the muddy Bear Water, the little party let down their senseless burdens, and began once more their seemingly hopeless efforts at resuscitation.

A fire was hastily kindled from dried and broken branches, and broth was made, which was forced through teeth that had to be pried open.

Water was used unsparingly, the soldiers working with feverish eagerness, inspired by the constant admonitions of their officer, as well as their own curiosity to learn the facts hidden behind this tragedy.
[Illustration: They advanced slowly, the supporting blankets swaying gently to the measured tread.] It was the dark eyes of the girl which opened first, instantly closing again as the glaring light swept into them.

Then slowly, and with wonderment, she gazed up into those strange, rough faces surrounding her, pausing in her first survey to rest her glance on the sympathetic countenance of the young lieutenant, who held her half reclining upon his arm.
"Here," he exclaimed, kindly, interpreting her glance as one of fear, "you are all right and perfectly safe now, with friends to care for you.

Peters, bring another cup of that broth.