keep off a bunch o' redskins once they git their mad up. Them musket
bullets go through like the sides was paper, an' I reckon we ain't got
no over-supply o' ammunition--I know I ain't fer this Winchester. 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 Cañon Bluff and send a rider on to
Dodge for help. 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.