The Crows is out, the Cheyennes is marchin', the Bannocks is east o' the Pass, an' ye kain't tell when ter expeck the Blackfoots an' Grow Vaws.

Never was gladder to see a man than I am to see Bill Jackson." "Stretch out!" Banion gave the order.

The Missouri wagons came on, filed through the gap in order and with military exactness wheeled into a perfect park at one side the main caravan.
As the outer columns swung in, the inner spread out till the lapped wagons made a great oblong, Bridger watching them.

Quickly the animals were outspanned, the picket ropes put down and the loose horses driven off to feed while the cattle were close herded.

He nodded his approval.
"Who's yer train boss, Bill ?" he demanded.