This was a different matter; waiting to see men burned out and shot down.

And it is small wonder that Whitey's nerves quivered, that the burning house began to dance before his eyes, and that he buried his face in his arms, to shut out the sight.
It is unlikely that Walt Lampson had thought of Whitey, until he chanced to see this action.

Then he spoke, and not unkindly.
"You'd better get back there behind the hill, kid," Walt said.

"This ain't no place for you." And so Whitey rose, and returned to where Monty was tethered, and he was not ashamed of the fact that he stumbled as he walked.

But Injun still crouched out behind the boulder.