You wouldn't track up on no sim'lar weaknesses among the palefaces an' you-all can put down a stack on that.
"'It's when I'm paymaster,' says the Gen'ral, reachin' for the canteen, 'an' I starts fo'th from Fort Apache on a expedition to pay off the nearby troops.

I've got six waggons an' a escort of twenty men.

For myse'f, at the r'ar of the procession, I journeys proudly in a amb'lance.

Our first camp is goin' to be on top of the mesa out a handful of miles from the Fort.
"'The word goes along the line to observe a heap of caution an' not straggle or go rummagin' about permiscus, for the mountains is alive with hostiles.

It's five for one that a frownin' cloud of 'em is hangin' on our flanks from the moment we breaks into the foothills.
No, they'd be afoot; the Apaches ain't hoss-back Injuns an' only fond of steeds as food.