“I require no thanks,” he answered somewhat coldly.
“We gave the Cheyennes and Arapahoes a lesson they will not forget, and have been able to hunt since without fear of interruption,” I observed.
I asked him whether he considered that our train could pass on towards the Rocky Mountains without the risk of being attacked.
“If you make haste, you may get through; but you must not idle on the way,” he answered; “the savages have united in a grand expedition against the forts to the southward, and although they will probably be defeated, it will give them employment for some time to come.”
This was satisfactory intelligence. I thanked him for it. I then asked him if he had seen a wounded deer pass that way.
“There lies your game,” he answered, leading me forward, where behind a bush I saw the animal I had wounded. “I was employed in cutting it up when you appeared,” he added; “although I brought it to the ground, your shot enabled me to kill it, and it is therefore yours. I will help you to load your horse with the meat.”
I in vain attempted to induce him to take the whole or a portion. “No, no,” he answered, “I have but one mouth to feed, while you have a garrison to support,” and he continued his task.
“You may have some difficulty in finding your companions,” he observed, when my horse was loaded; “I will lead you to them.”
We set off together. After going some distance he stopped, and, shaking me by the hand, said—
“Go on there, you will soon find your friends; but you need not mention having met with me.”