It felt like going to a funeral--or rather from it--more than likely Brown's.
Kazimoto and the other two should have been carrying spare rifles; but Brown had refused to remain behind unless we left him all but the one apiece we absolutely needed.

We took the boys more from habit than for any use they were likely to be; and my boy and Will's bolted back to the camp almost before we were out of sight of it, Kazimoto begging us to shoot them in the back for cowards.
"Huh!" he grunted.

"They are afraid of death.

Teach them what death is!" We heard Brown challenge them as they approached the camp, and hoped he thrashed them soundly.

But it turned out he did not.