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`` No help that falls abaft tomorrow could save us . Food dwindles , and ammunition 's nearly gone , and they 'll have the cold steel in our scalp-locks if we stay . We 'll creep along the Devil 's Causeway , then through the Red Horn Woods , and so across the plains to Rupert House . Whip in the dogs , Baptiste , and be ready all of you at midnight . '' `` And Grah the Idiot -- what of him ? '' asked Pretty Pierre . `` He 'll have to take his chance .