Still in here--" He stopped short, but the shrewd mountaineer read his meaning.
"In the mountings it ain't sech plain sailin'," he said, "an' you've got to watch fur tricks.

I reckon that when it comes to fightin' here, it's somethin' like the old Injun days." "I can't see how they can get at us here," said Colonel Winchester, more to himself than to the others.

"A dozen men could hold the exit by the creek, and fifty could hold the entrance." Despite his words, his uneasiness continued and he sent for the sergeant, upon whose knowledge and instincts he relied greatly in such a situation.
The sergeant, who had been watching at the other end of the valley, came quickly and, when the colonel looked at him with eyes of inquiry, he said promptly: "Yes, sir; I think there's mischief a-foot.

I can't rightly make out where it's going to be started, but I can hear it, smell it an' feel it.
It's like waitin' in a dip on the prairies for a rush by the wild Sioux or Cheyenne horsemen.

The signs seem to come through the air." Dick's oppression increased.