I've sent 'em word to hurry."
"Then we'll have to take them, too."
"Time you fellers quit your talkin'," said Brayton, "a major or a colonel
may come strollin' 'long here any minute, an' they don't like for us
fellers to be too friendly. Dan, I'm powerful glad to see you ag'in,
an' I hope you won't get killed. I've a feelin' that you an' me will be
ridin' over the plains once more some day, an' we won't be fightin' each
other. We'll be fightin' Sioux an' Cheyennes an' all that red lot,
just as we did in the old days. Here's a good-bye."
He thrust out the muzzle of his gun, an' Whitley thrust out his. Then
they shook them at each other in friendly salute, and the little group
moved away from the river bank.
"I'm glad I've seen Bill again," said the sergeant. "Fine feller an'
that Mississippian with him was quaint like. Mighty big bragger."
"You did some bragging yourself, sergeant," said Dick.
"So I did, but it was in answer to Henderson. I'm glad we had that
little talk across the river. It was a friendly thing to do, before we
fall to slaughterin' one another.
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