I moved around the place in a daze until "Mike," taking pity on me, escorted me to a barroom, where I was more at home.

As we were partaking of a cocktail, a number of reporters from the Chicago papers came in.

They had been told of my visit and plied me with questions.

In the papers the next morning I found that I had had adventures that up to that time I had never heard of.

The next evening I had my first adventure in high society, and it proved more terrifying to me than any Indian fight I had ever taken part in.
Finding I had no proper raiment for a big ball, which was to be given in my honor, "Mike" Sheridan took me to the clothing department of Marshall Field's, where I was fitted with an evening suit.
The general's valet assisted me into these garments that evening.