“Go back!” shouted Thompson.
Bang! bang! bang! and the bullets whistle around and kick up the dust. Away we go.
Four bucks start over the hills to our right to flank us. Red-Bear talked loudly in Cheyenne.
Thompson repeated, “Red-Bear says if any one is hit, get off in the grass and lie down; we must all hang together.”
We all yelled, “We will.”
A well-mounted man rode like mad ahead of the laboring team horses to carry the news to the scout camp. The cowboys, being well mounted, could easily have gotten away, but they stuck like true blues.
Here is where the great beauty of American character comes out. Nothing can be taken seriously by men used to danger. Above the pounding of the horses and the rattle of the wagon and through the dust came the cowboy song from the lips of Mr. Thompson:
“Roll your tail,
And roll her high;
We’ll all be angels