Holding his rifle across his knees, mainly as a matter of form, Johnson sat down by the campfire, while his drowsy comrades turned in in their tents and slept the sleep of the strong in that clear, crisp Colorado air.
CHAPTER XVIII
HOLDING UP A CAMP GUARD
HALF an hour before daylight was due everyone in the camp was stirring.
The two new cooks for the day had their work cut out for them. Other soldiers busied themselves with hauling wood and water.
Then, too, the four horses belonging to the transport wagons had to be curried, watered and fed.
By the time these first duties were out of the way broad daylight had come and breakfast was ready.
The meal over "police," or cleaning up, was performed as carefully as in barracks.