"What does it mean?
Why are you here ?" Hampton, leaning against the trembling horse to keep erect, slowly lifted his hand in a semblance of military salute.

"Despatches from Cheyenne.

This is Murphy--went crazy out yonder.

For God's sake--water, food!" "Your canteen, Lane!" exclaimed Brant.

"Now hold this cup," and he dashed into it a liberal supply of brandy from a pocket-flask.