"No," the lieutenant admitted. "But they should be easy to catch."
"'Bout as easy as so many quail with six extry wings," the scout said. "You can't catch 'em."
The lieutenant said sternly, "Mount and come with us."
"All right," the scout said. "But don't leave no horses here!"
"I won't. But we must travel fast so I'll leave the pack mules."
"Then leave a guard too."
"I'll need every man," the lieutenant said.
"S'pose the Apaches come here?" the scout asked.
"They won't," the lieutenant said. "They're too cowardly. Geronimo and every last one of his men are running for Mexico. We must overtake them. Geronimo's the last Apache war chief! When he's captured or killed, it will mean an end to Indian wars here in the Southwest! The least I'll get out of this is a captain's rating, and perhaps even a major's!"