Mason being acquainted with Custer's intended plans of operation, knew that Terry might be expected, and it might be safer for them to leave in the care of the soldiers, for the vicinity seemed swarming with Indians.
Thus the day passed.
In the evening Bolly took another scout, and witnessed the arrival of General Terry's men.
He was soon with the heroes who had fought so long under Major Reno, and almost the first person he ran across was his chum.
It would have done a philosopher good to have witnessed the meeting between these great-hearted men, each of whom feared the other was dead.
A pressure of the hand that spoke volumes was followed by the expressive glance.
Words fail on such an occasion to convey the idea that other things can tell.
Bolly did not wait to see any of the officers, although many of them were known to him, but rushed his chum to the other side of the river, where he made him acquainted with Mason and Adele.
That night the quartette of friends spent in the cave, enjoying themselves with yarns and good cheer.
In the morning, Bolly proposed a start, urged by the young girl's desire to see home, and the agony of that lady mother in the Southern city, whose tears had accomplished what money alone could never have done.