The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days - an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.

I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.

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

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

I could never resist the call of the trail.