She only was in my thoughts; we were there alone--alone.
"They're a comin', Cap," yelled Kennedy and his rifle cracked.

"By God! they're here!" With one swift spring I was back at my deserted post and firing.

Never before had I been in an Indian battle, but they had told me at Armstrong that the Sacs were fighting men.

I knew it now.

This was to be no play at war, but a grim, relentless struggle.