There he hoped one day to plant a colony.

With the help of a few friends we moved him thither one night, but word of his whereabouts soon reached his enemies.
I kept constantly on the alert, and, hearing that a party had set out to murder him at the Falls, I got into the saddle and sped out to warn him.
At a ford on the way I ran into the gang, who had stopped to water their horses.
As I galloped past, one of them yelled: "There's Cody's kid now on his way to warn his father.

Stop, you, and tell us where your old man is." A pistol shot, to terrify me into obedience, accompanied the command.

I may have been terrified, but it was not into obedience.

I got out of there like a shot, and though they rode hard on my trail my pony was too fast for them.