The muleteers, encouraged by the presence of the soldiers, behaved with respectable firmness and blazed away rapidly, though not effectively.

The regulars reserved their fire for close quarters, and then delivered it to bloody purpose.
Around Sweeny, who garrisoned the left-hand wagon of the rearmost line, the fight was particularly noisy.

The Apaches saw that he was little, and perhaps they saw that he was afraid of his gun.

They went for him; they were after him with their sharpest sticks; they counted on Sweeny.

The speck of a man sat on the front seat of the wagon, outside of the driver, and fully exposed to the tribulation.