CHAPTER XIX 

 A NIGHT IN THE KIOWA CAMP 



"1T7E reached the dugout just before noon, and 

 ^ * after unsaddling, watering, and feeding our 

 horses and partaking of a good dinner that Jack 

 had prepared we saddled up again. I now rode 

 the gray mustang, as Tom had suggested, and on 

 one of our mules packed my bedding for the use 

 of Captain Saunders and myself at the Indian 

 camp. We struck out down the creek for the 

 Kiowa camp, I leading the mule and the captain 

 bringing up the rear. This kind of campaigning 

 was a revelation to Captain Saunders and seemed 

 to interest him greatly. 



At the Indian camp Tom was anxiously awaiting 

 me, and seemed surprised to see me accompanied 

 by the officer, whom I introduced, explaining the 

 occasion of his visit. 



Under the impulse of his long and strict mili- 

 tary training, Tom came to "attention" and sa- 

 luted and seemed somewhat surprised at the 

 captain's proffered hand. In the regular service 

 hand-shaking between an officer and a soldier or 

 ex-soldier would be considered a breach of army 

 etiquette. Quickly comprehending the situation, 



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