“Last night I came from the plains. I was chasing a buffalo herd and my horse fell in a prairie-dog village and broke his leg. I had to shoot him.”
“You weren’t alone, were you?”
“No.”
“Who was with you?”
“Three Cheyennes came to join me for a little while, but then they went on, so I was left alone.”
“Yes, but who was with you before the redskins?”
“Jean Badeau.”
“Who’s he?”
“A trapper.”
“He’s a trapper, is he? Well, has he ever tried it before?”