Then the men, in single file, should follow the women.

When Laban heard this he came to me, untied the scalps from his belt, and fastened them to my waist.
"But you ain't killed yet," I protested.
"You bet your life I ain't," he answered lightly.
"I've just reformed, that's all.

This scalp-wearin' is a vain thing and heathen." He stopped a moment as if he had forgotten something, then, as he turned abruptly on his heel to regain the men of our company, he called over his shoulder, "Well, so long, Jesse." I was wondering why he should say good-bye when a white man came riding into the corral.

He said Major Higbee had sent him to tell us to hurry up, because the Indians might attack at any moment.
So the march began, the two wagons first.

Lee kept along with the women and walking children.