Had a council there.

Say!" in surprise, "ain't that an Ogalla Sioux war bonnet bobbin' there to the right, Sergeant ?" Hamlin studied the distant feathered head-dress indicated, shading his eyes with one hand.
"I reckon maybe it is, Moylan," he acknowledged at last gravely.
"Those fellows have evidently got together; we're going to have the biggest scrap this summer the old army has had yet.

Looks as though it was going to begin right here--and now.

See there! The dance is on, boys; there they come; they will try it on foot this time." He tested his rifle, resting one knee on the seat; Moylan pushed the barrel of his Winchester out through the ragged hole in the back of the coach, and the little Mexican lay flat, his eyes on the level with the window-casing.

The girl alone remained motionless, crouched on the floor, her white face uplifted.
The entire field stretching to the river was clear to the view, the short, dry buffalo-grass offering no concealment.