CHAPTER XLIV.
RUNNING THE GANTLET.
“Every man to his post.”
It was the clear and commanding voice of Buffalo Bill that gave the order. The effect upon the pioneers was electrical, for they felt that in him they had a leader who fully understood the cunning of the Indians, and whose bravery was upon every tongue on the frontier.
“Buffalo Bill, you are well accustomed to scenes like this one about to be forced upon us, and I would like you to take command,” cried Major Conrad, advancing quickly to the side of the scout.
Buffalo Bill glanced out upon the prairie toward the coming Indians, as he replied:
“Fortunately the train is in corral, sir, and the men are ready for a fight. I would advise that the women and children be placed under cover of the river bank yonder. The ravine will protect the horses and cattle, while, with the wagons for the breastwork, the men can hold out splendidly.”
This advice was acted upon, and in a few moments the camp was ready for action. Stationing himself upon the outer edge of the line of wagons, Buffalo Bill was seen to suddenly raise his repeating rifle; a quick aim, a shot, and a painted warrior fell from his horse.
The yell of exultation from the emigrants was answered by a series of wild war whoops from the infuriated Indians.
“Now, Major Conrad,” said the scout, “you see that I know yonder renegade guide well, for he is doubtless the leader of the approaching band of redskins, and was guiding you into a trap.”