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"That was a signal, Custer's signal for help!" the younger ony "For God's sake, Weir, what are

you felloaiting here for?"

The other uttered a groan, his hand flung in contempt back toward the

bluff summit "The cowardly fool won't move; he's whipped to death

now"

Brant's jaw set like that of a fighting bulldog

"Reno, you mean? Whipped? You have n't lost twenty men Is this the

Seventh--the Seventh?--skulking here under cover while Custer begs

help? Doesn't the man know? Doesn't he understand? By heaven, I 'll

face him myself! I 'll make hi his horse with a jerk to the left, but even as the spurs

touched, Weir grasped the taut rein firmly

"It's no use, Brant It's been done; we've all been at him He's

simply lost his head Know? Of course he knows Martini struck us

just below here, as ere coe from Custer It

would have stirred the blood of any one but hie? What was it?"

"Cook wrote it, and addressed it to Benteen It read: 'Co packs' And then, 'P S--Bring packs'

Thatto the death