"Let's go into their camp now."
"No, don't do that; let's not get too far from those wounded men and our horses."
"I'm choking for water."
"I'm so hungry I could eat a raw coyote."
"Hello, Shorty; where is that war pony you said you was going to ride back, as you was walking up here last night?"
"Say, my dear Johnny Bull, you are chock-full of sand; that old blunderbuss of yourn scart 'em out of the country!"
"Shake, Deacon; I haven't had time to be sociable with you to-day; but no offense was meant."
"Pardon me, Carr; but you look worse than the devil."
And thus this good-natured, tired, thirsty, hungry crowd bandied one another while Campbell, Smith and Freed were in council.
"Back to the wagons, boys!" came the order. "Smith, you keep your men here until the rest of us cross the main draw."