Adams: There's one thing I learned mighty fast.
Harcourt: What's that?
Adams: I learned to steer clear of glory hunters.
Fire Cloud: My son is young.
Adams: Your son does you no honor.
Harcourt: Another delay?
Flint: Only five or six hours.
Cadol: I know you are in need of water, Major. How long do you think these men will fight to protect an Indian?