"I've felt exactly this same air on the great plains," said Pennington,
as they stopped on the crest of a hill for the troops to rest a little.
"It's heavy and close as if it were being all crowded together. It makes
your lungs work twice as hard as usual, and it's also a sign."
"Tell your sign, old weather sharp," said Warner.
"It's simple enough. The sign may not be so strong here, but it applies
just as it does on the great plains. It means that a storm is coming.
Anybody could tell that. Look there, in the southwest. See that cloud
edging itself over the horizon. Things will turn loose to-night.
Don't you say the same, sergeant? You've been out in my country."
Sergeant Whitley was standing near them regarding the cloud attentively.
"Yes, Mr. Pennington," he replied. "I was out there a long time and I'd
rather be there now fighting the Indians, instead of fighting our own
people, although no other choice was left me. I've seen some terrible
hurricanes on the plains, winds that would cut the earth as if it was
done with a ploughshare, and these armies are going to be rained on
mighty hard to-night.
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