Boys of The Fort; Or, A Young Captain's Pluck

"How many miles have we still to ride, Benson?" "About fifty, Joe. But the last half is pretty much uphill, lad." "Can we make the fort by to-morrow night?" "Well, we can try," answered the old scout, who sat astride of a coal-black horse and rode slightly in advance of his two youthful companions. "It will depend somewhat on what the weather does." "Why, do you think it is going to rain?" put in Darry Germain. "I'm sure it looks clear enough."