I rose up as well as I could and showed him my broken leg.

I told him where I had seen him, and asked him if he remembered me.

He replied that he knew me well, and that I used to come to his lodge at Fort Laramie to visit him.

I then managed to make him understand that I was there alone and having broken my leg, I had sent my partner off for a team to take me away.

I asked him if his young men intended to kill me, and he answered, that was what they had proposed to do, but he would see what they had to say.
The Indians then talked among themselves for a few minutes, and upon the conclusion of the consultation, old Rain-in-the-Face turned to me and gave me to understand that as I was yet a "papoose," or a very young man, they would not take my life.