The six troopers stepped forward to go, for they loved Casey; but he ordered them sharply to fall back. Then, looking in their eyes, he whispered, “Good-bye, boys, if it's to be that way,” and walked to the lodge, lifted the flap, and fell, shot instantly dead through the heart. “Two bullets into him,” muttered a trooper, heavily breathing as the sounds rang. “He's down,” another spoke to himself with fixed eyes; and a sigh they did not know of passed among them. The two chiefs looked at Augustus and grunted short talk together; and one, with a sweeping lift of his hand out towards the tepee and the dead man by it, said, “Maybe Ute Jack only got three--four--cartridges--so!” (his fingers counted it). “After he kill three--four--men, you get him pretty good.” The Indian took the white man's death thus; but the white men could not yet be even saturnine. “This will require reinforcement,” said Augustus to the audience. “The place must be attacked by a front and flank movement. It must be knocked down. I tell you I must have it knocked down. How are you to see where he is, I'd like to know, if it's not knocked down?” Augustus's voice was getting high. “I want the howitzer,” he screeched generally. A soldier saluted, and Augustus chattered at him. “The howitzer, the mountain howitzer, I tell you. Don't you hear me? To knock the cursed thing he's in down. Go to Captain Duane and give him my compliments, and--no, I'll go myself. Where's my horse? My horse, I tell you! It's got to be knocked down.” “If you please, Lieutenant,” said the trooper, “may we have the Red Cross ambulance?” “Red Cross? What's that for? What's that?” “Sergeant Casey, sir. He's a-lyin' there.” “Ambulance? Certainly. The howitzer--perhaps they're only flesh wounds. I hope they are only flesh wounds. I must have more men--you'll come with me.” From his porch Duane viewed both Augustus approach and the man stop at the hospital, and having expected a bungle, sat to hear; but at Albumblatt's mottled face he stood up quickly and said, “What's the matter?” And hearing, burst out: “Casey! Why, he was worth fifty of--Go on, Mr. Albumblatt. What next did you achieve, sir?” And as the tale was told he cooled, bitter, but official. “Reinforcements is it, Mr. Albumblatt?” “The howitzer, Captain.” “Good. And G troop?” “For my double flank movement I--” “Perhaps you'd like H troop as reserve?” “Not reserve, Captain. I should establish--” “This is your duty, Mr. Albumblatt. Perform it as you can, with what force you need.” “Thank you, sir. It is not exactly a battle, but with a, so-to-speak, intrenched--” “Take your troops and go, sir, and report to me when you have arrested your man.”