"Then Prescott belongs with this camp?" queried the taller, finer-looking of the pair of young strangers who had given Hal his first aid.
"Lieutenant Prescott is with this camp; yes, sir," Hal replied, laying considerable emphasis on the title.
"We're friends of his," explained the same stranger. "So, if you don't mind, we'll just wait for him."
"If you're friends of Lieutenant Prescott, then make yourselves very much at home, sir," Hal answered cordially. "Any friend of Lieutenant Prescott has B company for his friends also."
Johnson and Dietz, who had been freed right after Sergeant Hal, were now busy once more with preparations for the extra meal.
"Had we better provide for three extra plates, Sarge?" inquired Johnson, in a low voice.
"It looks very much that way," smiled Hal. "And be sure to have a great plenty of everything. Vreeland will help you, as you've lost some time."
Ten minutes later the footsteps of others were heard approaching camp. Then in came Lieutenant Prescott, with Corporal Cotter and five men. They were carrying two antelope and a fine, big bear.
But the instant that Lieutenant Prescott caught sight of the strangers he dropped everything, rushing forward with outstretched hands.
"By all that's wonderful! Dave Darrin! Dan Dalzell!"