In the outpost barracks of which Sergeant Erskine was in charge a great crowd had assembled. It included the lads, Jed Warren, Billy Ashe, Witmar, and Teddy Banes.
The half-breed’s demeanor toward the boys had entirely changed. And the bluff old sergeant, too, often looked at them with an expression in which a great deal of admiration was apparent.
The rescue of Jed Warren had created a tremendous sensation. The stigma of “Deserter” was removed. And his superiors expressed as much regret for ever having suspected him as the dignity of their position would allow.
“Young men,” began Sergeant Erskine, in his crisp, businesslike tone, “you were ordered to report to me by Private William Ashe.” He smiled rather quizzically. “Of course I know, in view of the unusual circumstances, you would have done so anyway.”
“We certainly should,” affirmed Tom.
“Now, I should like to hear the details of your trip. Somers, kindly oblige.”
Bob immediately began; and in his sentences, directly to the point, recounted everything which had a bearing on the case.
As he concluded the sergeant nodded toward the half-breed.
“Banes,” he exclaimed, “I believe you can clear up some of these points. Begin, for instance, with those mystifying cries and pistol shots which so startled the boys.”
“Oh, that’s just what we want to hear about,” cried Dick Travers.