"It is your regiment and you will share in the glory; but if the Sioux are too many for them, and the last one of them gets wiped out, why you will be safe."
"I see that I can't get any sympathy from you," said Guy in a doleful tone; whereat Cyrus laughed louder than ever. "I thought when I came here and told you of it, you would feel for me; but you are as bad as the rest. What have you done with that letter I gave you?"
"Do you mean Winged Arrow's letter? The Colonel's got it."
"Honor bright?" said Guy, who wondered if Cyrus were not fooling him. "He does not want that letter now."
"He has got it anyway. Look here, Guy, I will tell you something else, if you will not speak about it. I am going to try it again."
"Are you going out in the face of the Sioux after the narrow escape you had?" exclaimed Guy, almost paralyzed by the information. "That letter is going to save one more prisoner, but it may not save you a second time."
"I am going to try it; or, rather, I am going to see if I can't get through their numbers without being caught. Such things have been done, and I don't see why they cannot be done again."
"But what are you going to do this time? If the Sioux were on the watch before, they will be doubly so now."
"Not much after that fight comes off. That will throw the Sioux crazy, and that will be the time to try it, if at all."
"No matter whether we whip them or not?"