General Miles[9] slept, as did the great Napoleon, with one eye open, so to speak, for he was always awake to any call, the arrival of a scout, or courier at the agency, where his headquarters were located, and ready to take the saddle at a moment's notice.
So it was when an orderly told him that one of "Captain Carey's scouts had arrived," he was at once ready to have him enter, though it was just before dawn of day.
"Me Flying Fox, white captain's good Indian. Come with talking paper to big white chief," said the redskin courier.
"Where did you leave your captain, Flying Fox?" asked the general.
"Over in Bad Lands."
"Ah! has he gone there?"
"White captain no know afraid; he brave chief; go as medicine man into camp; come back, and give Flying Fox talking paper for big chief."
"When did you leave him?"
"Six hours ago, big chief."