"I really believe she is coming here," said Frank.
"She is, or she nades a dale of space to turn in," observed Private
Tom.
Presently two tall smoke-stacks separated themselves from the darkness
and appeared high above their heads.
"Ahoy there, boys!" shouted the captain's voice from the bridge.
"Ay, ay, sir!" answered Frank.
"Get ready to come on board! Below there--stand by to lower
gang-plank! Now!--lower away!"
Down came the plank, and a joyous group of friends walked down to the
shore to greet the boys and the soldier.
A few moments afterwards the boy sergeants led their ponies on board,
and Private Tom Clary escorted the prisoners. The _Cocopah_ cleared
away and paddled back to the La Paz side, where Texas Dick and Juan
Brincos were turned over to the civil authorities, and Sancho and
Chiquita to the escort in Mr. Gray's corral.
Three days later the boys and I took leave of Mr. Hudson, who was now
in charge of the government storehouse, and, accompanied by Mr. Gray,
started for Fort Whipple. Hanging under the hind axle of the ambulance
was a ten-gallon keg, and inside was another.
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