A glance here and there, a testing of the blackened embers, a few steps along the broad trail, and these plainsmen knew the story.

The Major straightened up, his hand on his horse's neck, his eyes sweeping those barren plains to the southward, and then turned to where his troopers were swarming down the bluff.
"Corbin," he said sharply, "ride back to General Custer at top speed.
Tell him we have discovered a Cheyenne camp here at the mouth of Buffalo Creek of not less than a hundred and fifty warriors, deserted, and not to exceed twenty-four horses.

Their trail leads south toward the Washita.

Report that we shall cross the river in pursuit at once, and keep on cautiously until dark.

Take a man with you; no, not Sergeant Hamlin, I shall need him here." The scout was off like a shot, riding straight down the valley, a trooper pounding along behind him.