"Sam, what shall we do?" he demanded. "You're sort of in charge now. You've been a soldier, and we haven't had much of that."
"There are fifteen hundred or two thousand of them," said Woodhull slowly--"a hundred and fifty of us that can fight. Ten to one, and they mean no quarter."
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"But what shall we do?"
"What can we but lie close and hold the wagons?"
"And wait?"
"Yes."
"Which means only the Missouri men!"
"There's no one else. We don't know that they're alive. We don't know that they will come."