Ahh, the old dynamite gun again. Nothing convinces like a pneumatically-delivered charge.

At the end of the story, Frank says to the General:

"I hope you never have any trouble with them again."

"I feel sure we shall not!" replies the General.

Noname says the Indians realized they could accomplish little without the assistance of their white criminal confederates, and they "retired behind the mountains."

That sounds like a euphemism. Hey where did all the Indians go?

"They, uh, well, let's just say they retired behind the mountains."