"No Indians back of them, but orders are out for all of the wagons and stages to hole up till further orders.

This party's going through.

I told them to camp down there," he said to me aside, "because they've got women with 'em, and I didn't want them to see what's happened up here.

We'll move our camp down to theirs to-night, and like enough go on with them to-morrow." By the time I was ready to approach these new arrivals, they had their plans for encampment under way with the celerity of old campaigners.
Their horses were hobbled, their cook-fires of buffalo "chips" were lit, their wagons backed into a rude stockade.

Guards were moving out with the horses to the grazing ground.