How long do yer reckon we kin hold out ?" Hamlin's face became grave, his eyes also, turning toward the river.
The sun was already sinking low in the west, and the Indians, gathered in council out of rifle-shot, were like shadows against the glimmering water beyond.
"They 'll try us again just before dark," he affirmed slowly, "but more cautiously.

If that attack fails, then they 'll endeavor to creep in, and take us by surprise.

It's going to be a clear night, and there is small chance for even an Indian to hide in that buffalo-grass with the stars shining.

They have got to come up from below, for no buck could climb down this bluff without making a noise.

I don't see why, with decent luck, we can't hold out as we are until help gets here; those fellows who rode away will report at Canon Bluff and send a rider on to Dodge for help.