There ought to be soldiers out here by noon to-morrow.
What troops are at Dodge now ?" "Only a single company--infantry," replied Moylan gloomily.

"All the rest are out scouting 'long the Solomon.

Damned if I believe they 'll send us a man.

Those two cowards will likely report us all dead--otherwise they would n't have any excuse for runnin' away--and the commander will satisfy himself by sendin' a courier to the fellers in the field." "Well, then," commented the Sergeant, his eyes gleaming, "we 've simply got to fight it out alone, I reckon, and hang on to our last shots.
What do you make of those reds ?" The three men stared for some time at the distant group over their rifles, in silence.
"They ain't all Arapahoes, that 's certain," said Moylan at last.
"Some of 'em are Cheyennes.

I 've seen that chief before--it's Roman Nose." "The big buck humped up on the roan ?" "That's the one, and he is a bad actor; saw him once over at Fort Kearney two years ago.