Presently the blue of his eyes went all black, and with strange unwavering concentration he gazed straight before him.

A light spread over his face, his hands felt for the chair-arms and held them firmly.

He began: "I first remember swinging in a blanket from a pine-tree at a buffalo-hunt while my mother cooked the dinner.

There were scores of tents, horses, and many Indians and half-breeds, and a few white men.

My father was in command.