A sudden note of command came into his voice, lingering from late military days.
"By the right and left flank--wheel! March!" With obvious training, the wagons broke apart, alternating right and left, until two long columns were formed.

Each of these advanced, curving out, then drawing in, until a long ellipse, closed at front and rear, was formed methodically and without break or flaw.

It was the barricade of the Plains, the moving fortresses of our soldiers of fortune, going West, across the Plains, across the Rockies, across the deserts that lay beyond.

They did not know all these dangers, but they thus were ready for any that might come.
"Look, mother!" Molly Wingate pointed with kindling eye to the wagon maneuver.

"We trained them all day yesterday, and long before.