"Run across many hostiles in that region?"
"They were thick this side the Rosebud; all bucks, and travelling north."
"Sioux?"
"Mostly, sir, but I saw one band wearing Cheyenne war-bonnets."
A puzzled look slowly crept into the strong face of the abrupt questioner, his stern, commanding eyes studying the man standing motionless before him, with freshly awakened interest. The gaze of the other faltered, then came back courageously.
"I recognize you now," Custer said, quietly. "Am I to understand you are again in the service?"
"My presence here is purely accidental, General Custer. The opportunity came to me to do this work, and I very gladly accepted the privilege."
The commander hesitated, scarcely knowing what he might be justified in saying to this man.
"It was a brave deed, well performed," he said at last, with soldierly cordiality, "although I can hardly offer you a fitting reward."
The other stood bareheaded, his face showing pale under its sunburn, his hand trembling violently where it rested against his horse's mane.