parley—panic was the thing desired, and when Custer had started the
savages on the run, Terry would attack them at the other end of their
village, and the two fleeing mobs of savages would be driven on each
other, and then they would cast down their arms and the trick would be
done.

Next, to throw a cordon of soldiers around the camp and hold it would
be easy.

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Custer and his men rode away at about eight o’clock on the morning of
the Twenty-fifth. They were in high spirits, for the cramped quarters
on the transports made freedom doubly grateful.

They disappeared across the mesa and through the gray-brown hills, and
soon only a cloud of dust marked their passage.

After five miles had been turned off on a walk, Custer ordered a trot,
and then, where the ground was level, a canter.

On they went.

They pitched camp at four o’clock, having covered forty miles. The
horses were unsaddled and fed, and supper cooked and eaten.

But sleep was not to be—these men shall sleep no more!

The bugles sounded “Boots and Saddles.” Before sunset they were again
on their way.