I determined that if possible that horse should be mine.

He was a big buckskin, or yellow horse.

I took a careful look at him, so as to recognize him when we got back to camp.
After the chase was over I rode over to Major North and asked him about the animal.

I was told that he was one of the favorite steeds of the command.
"What chance is there to trade for him ?" I asked.
"It is a Government horse," replied the Major.

"The Indian who rides him is very much attached to him." I told Major North I had fallen in love with the horse, and asked if he had any objections to my trying to secure him.