Jesse went out and brought in the Flag from its staff on the boat. “We’ll have to dry her,” he said. “She’s silk, and fast colors.”
“And I think my expeditionary force is all true blue!” added Uncle Dick, quietly.
In the night Jesse waked them all by suddenly crying out in a nightmare. Rob shook him awake.
“What’s wrong, old top?” he asked.
“I guess I was scared,” admitted Jesse, frankly, and pulled the covers over his head.
CHAPTER X
AT THE PLATTE
On the morning following the storm the sun broke through the clouds with promise of a clear, warm day. Our voyageurs were astir early.