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The scouts crept out ahead of the last picket line, for though an

attack in mass probably would not come before dawn, if the Sioux really

should cross the river, soht be expected before ht wore on The fires of igs and bois des vaches fell

into pale coals, into ashes The chill of the Plains caon corral drew their blankets closer about theht when the silence was ripped apart by the

keen crack of a rifle--another and yet another

Then, in a ripple of red detonation, the rifle fire ran along the upper

front of the entire encah, clear voice of Banion,

riding back "Barricade! Fill in the wheels!"