A man came riding a dark bay horse, with white nose and white right fore foot, along our side of the beaver pond, and halted at our camp. The horse had left ear swallow-tailed and was branded with a Diamond Five on the right shoulder. The man wasn't the man we had seen across the pond, for he wore a sombrero, and was taller and had on overalls, and cow-puncher boots.
"Howdy?" he said.
"How are you?" we answered.
He sort of lazily dismounted, and yawned—but his sharp eyes were taking us and our camp all in.
"Out fishing?" he asked.
"No, sir. Passing through," said General Ashley.
"Going far?"
"Over to Green Valley."
"Walking?"