Toward morning the Panther sat down beside him there.
"Waitin's hard," he said.

"I like to jump on the enemy with claws an' nails an' have it out right there an' then.

I like to roar an' bite.
That's why I'm a Ring Tailed Panther." Ned laughed.
"If Castenada is coming, and they say he surely is," he said, "we'll soon have use for all our claws and teeth." "Patience will bring our Mexicans," said Obed White.
At daylight women from the cabins brought them all coffee and warm food, for which they were very grateful.

Then the sun rose, and the morning was fresh and crisp, it now being autumn.

The men remained by the river, still watching intently and Ned caught a sudden sharp glint which was not that of the sun, far out on the prairie.