He seemed to be listening to all the moaning and crying for water that was going up.

Once he climbed out of the rifle pit and went over to investigate the well.

He brought back only damp sand, which he plastered thick on the chest and shoulders of Robert Carr.

Then he went to where Jed Dunham and his mother were, and sent for Jed's father to come in from the trench.

So closely packed were we that when anybody moved about inside the rifle pit he had to crawl carefully over the bodies of those lying down.
After a time father came crawling back to us.
"Jesse," he asked, "are you afraid of the Indians ?" I shook my head emphatically, guessing that I was to be seat on another proud mission.
"Are you afraid of the damned Mormons ?" "Not of any damned Mormon," I answered, taking advantage of the opportunity to curse our enemies without fear of the avenging back of mother's hand.
I noted the little smile that curled his tired lips for the moment when he heard my reply.
"Well, then, Jesse," he said, "will you go with Jed to the spring for water ?" I was all eagerness.
"We're going to dress the two of you up as girls," he continued, "so that maybe they won't fire on you." I insisted on going as I was, as a male human that wore pants; but I surrendered quickly enough when father suggested that he would find some other boy to dress up and go along with Jed.
A chest was fetched in from the Chattox wagon.