The general sent out for me, and as I entered his office he extended his hand.
"I hope you have no hard feelings for me, Cody," he said.

"I have just had a talk with General Carr and Quartermaster Hays.

If you had told me you had permission to ride that horse and mule, there would have been no trouble." "That's all right, General," I said.

"I don't believe your quartermaster's agent will ever circulate any more false stories about me." "No," said the general; "he hasn't recovered yet from the beating you gave him." When the command reached the north fork of the Beaver, I rode down the valley toward the stream, and discovered a large fresh Indian trail.

I found tracks scattered all over the valley and on both sides of the creek, as if a large village had recently passed that way.