It was a realization of my father's guilt more than my own danger which affected me--that and his death.

They were not unkind nor brutal.

Indeed I do not clearly recall that I was even spoken to, except when some necessary order was given.

One night I heard them discuss what should be done with me; that I was to be hidden away in Black Kettle's camp.

Generally Dupont spoke to the Indians in their own tongue, but that night he thought me asleep.