Both would have been willing to stay and fight it out with Slade and what force he had left, but their mission was calling them, and forward they went.
"Do you think they'll follow us ?" asked Dick.
"I reckon they've had enough.

They may try to curve ahead of us and give warning, but the salute from the muzzles of our rifles has been too warm for any more direct pursuit.

Besides, we're going to have a summer storm soon, and like as not they'll be hunting shelter." Dick, in the excitement of battle and flight, had not noticed the darkening skies and the rising wind.

Clouds, heavy and menacing, already shrouded the whole west.

Low thunder was heard far in the distance.
"It's going to be a whopper," said the sergeant, "something like those big storms they have out on the plains.