"Par Dieu!" cried Gode, "un garcon tres bizarre: une aventure tres
merveilleuse!"
From that hour I was looked upon as a "captain" on the prairies.
My comrades had made good work of it, as a dozen dark objects that lay
upon the plain testified. They had found my rifle and blankets, the
latter trodden into the earth.
Saint Vrain had still a few drops in his flask; and after swallowing
these, and again placing the guard, we returned to our prairie couches
and slept out the night.