Two arrows : a story of red and white . wo Arrows all the arguments he had everheard as to the wisdom of keeping the peace with thepale-faces. When they reached the camp, after chang-ing the guard at Garrys river-side post, it was easy tosee that their entire force consisted of several times asmany men of the same sort. Every man was on his feet,wide awake and waiting for orders. One squad of fivestood with each mans hand upon the bridle of a saddledhorse, ready to mount, just as the first squad must havebeen, when it heard the warning report of Garrys company of United States cavalr
Two arrows : a story of red and white . wo Arrows all the arguments he had everheard as to the wisdom of keeping the peace with thepale-faces. When they reached the camp, after chang-ing the guard at Garrys river-side post, it was easy tosee that their entire force consisted of several times asmany men of the same sort. Every man was on his feet,wide awake and waiting for orders. One squad of fivestood with each mans hand upon the bridle of a saddledhorse, ready to mount, just as the first squad must havebeen, when it heard the warning report of Garrys company of United States cavalry, veteran Indian fight-ers, following a hot trail, keeps itself wonderfully readyfor action. It is not easy to take such men by , however, at the word of command, all was instantlyquiet again. The actual meaning of the alarm was rapid-ly told from man to man, and several remarked: Good for Garry! Well catch em yet. All who had a right to go to sleep, did so as unconcern-edly as if they had been in a hotel. On the whole, it. Two War-parties. 139 looked as if something else than peace were on its wayinto the valley where One-eye was keeping watch for thesmokers. The last man to lie down was the captain, andone of the wide-awake squad nodded at him and said toanother, If there was forty alarms fore sun-up. old Grover dbe the first man to turn out every time. Not much reglation bout him. But theres lots of fight. He can get more hard work out of men and hosses,and he can do more himself, and he can sleep less, and sayless about it all, than any other captain I ever servedunder. That, therefore, was the kind of soldiers from whomthe Apaches were wisely trying to get away, and Garryscarbine had destroyed their prospect of learning how verynear he and his might be. It looked very much as if twodays more of hard riding would bring them into a sort oftrap, with the mountains before and the cavalry , even then, there would be the pass, if they knewwhere to find i
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