The next instant we had passed over his naked body as he lay gasping in the trail.
"See!" she cried, with eagerness.

"The gates are opened!" We were possibly a hundred yards from the southern front of the stockade, when I glanced forward and saw the level ground between a seething mass of savage forms, so densely wedged together as to block further progress.

I could see hundreds of brown sinewy arms uplifted from a sea of faces to brandish weapons of every description, and marked how the Miamis cowered like whipped curs behind the protection of Wells's horse, while close beside him stood Jordan, erect and silent as it on parade, a rifle grasped in his hands, his head bare, a great welt showing redly across his white forehead.
A little party, hardly more than twenty infantry-men, marched steadily out from the open gateway of the Fort.

The first file bore bayonets fixed upon their guns, and the naked savages fell slowly back before the polished steel.

It was smartly done, and it thrilled my blood to note with what silent determination that small band of disciplined men pressed their way onward, passing through the threatening mass of redskins as indifferently as if they had been forest trees.