Finding that he was going to the States, only because his company was bound in that direction, and that he was rather more than willing to return with me, I took him again into my service." The company made but seventeen miles that day.

Just as they had gone into camp, in the evening, three Indians were discovered approaching, two men and a boy of thirteen.

They belonged to the Cheyenne tribe, and had been off, with quite a numerous band, on an unsuccessful horse-stealing raid among the Pawnees.

Upon a summit, they had caught a glimpse of the white men, and had left their companions, confident of finding kind treatment at the camp-fires of the pale faces.
They were invited to supper with Lieutenant Fremont's mess.

Young Randolph Benton, and the young Cheyenne, after eying each other suspiciously for some time, soon became quite intimate friends.