No one in the little group spoke, although several leaned forward eagerly.
The chief was not a man to ask advice; he preferred to decide for himself.

Suddenly he straightened up and threw back his head to look about.
"In my judgment Corbin is right, gentlemen," he said impetuously.

"I had intended crossing here, but instead we will go further up stream.
There is doubtless a ford near Buffalo Creek, and if we can strike an Indian trail leading to the Washita, we can follow easily by night, or day, and it is bound to terminate at Black Kettle's camp.

Return to your troops, and be ready to march at daybreak.

Major Elliott, you will take the advance again, at least three hours ahead of the main column.