As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.