He was anxious that Terry should know of this so that reenforcements might be sent, and the country cleared of the redskins.

Of course it fell to my lot to carry this word back to Terry.
I undertook the mission willingly enough, for by this time I was pretty well used to night riding through a country beset with perils, and rather enjoyed it.
The strain of my recent rides had told on me, but the excitement bore me up.

Indeed, when a man is engaged in work of this kind, the exhilaration is such that he forgets all about the wear and tear on his system, and not until all danger is over and he is safely resting in camp does he begin to feel what he has been through.

Then a good long sleep usually puts him all right again.
Many and many a time I have driven myself beyond what I believed was the point of physical endurance, only to find that I was ready for still further effort if the need should arise.

The fact that I continued in rugged health during all the time I was on the Plains, and have had little illness throughout my life, seems to prove that living and working outdoors, despite its hardships, is far better for a man than any sedentary occupation can possibly be.
I started back to overhaul General Terry, and on the third day out I found him at the head of Deer Creek.