“We must have reinforcements or the enemy will surely get the best of us.”
“It looks that way, sir.”
“Now, I want you to try to get through the enemy’s line. Look for the Vigilants and the Steam Man and tell them to come to our aid. Then ride to the fort as fast as you can for a fresh squad. Tell the officer in charge to send two hundred mounted men.”
“Very well, sir.”
“Do you think you can do this?”
“I will do it or I will not come back.”
Clark knew that Jason meant just what he said.
A few moments later the courier for relief slipped carefully into the shadows and was gone.
A prayer trembled on Clark’s lips.
“I don’t care for myself,” he muttered, “but I cannot bear to see my brave boys slaughtered like sheep.”