“We saw you tossed in the air,” continued Saint Vrain, “and fall right into the thick of them. Then, of course, we gave you up. But how, in Heaven’s name, have you got clear?”
I related my adventure to my wondering comrades.
“Par Dieu!” cried Gode, “un garçon très bizarre: une aventure très merveilleuse!”
From that hour I was looked upon as a “captain” on the prairies.
My comrades had made good work of it, as a dozen dark objects that lay upon the plain testified. They had found my rifle and blankets, the latter trodden into the earth.
Saint Vrain had still a few drops in his flask; and after swallowing these, and again placing the guard, we returned to our prairie couches and slept out the night.