What do you say, Sam ?" The scout lolled carelessly in the saddle, his eyes on the river, his lean, brown face expressionless.
"I reckon as how it don't make no great difference what I say," he answered soberly.

"Yer ain't taken no advice frum me yit, fur as I remember.

But if yer really want ter know, this time, my notion is them bucks will most likely hide in the bluffs till night, an' then sneak past Maxwell after it gits good an' dark.

If this yere wus my outfit now, I 'd just naturally light on to the trail fast, orders er no orders.

I reckon it's Injuns we cum out after, an' I don't suppose the War Department would find any fault if we found a few." The blood surged into the Lieutenant's face, but opposition only served to increase his obstinacy.
"I prefer to rely on my own judgment," he said tartly.