These reds skulked in ravines, or lined the banks of the river, their long-range rifles rendering the lighter carbines of the cavalrymen almost valueless.

A few crouched along the edge of higher eminences, their shots crashing in among the unprotected troops.
As the men lay exposed to this continuous sniping fire, above the surrounding din were borne to their ears the reports of distant guns.
It came distinctly from the northward, growing heavier and more continuous.

None among them doubted its ominous meaning.

Custer was already engaged in hot action at the right of the Indian village.

Why were they kept lying there in idleness?
Why were they not pushed forward to do their part?
They looked into each other's faces.