However, nothing happened.

When my assailant came to, he went down to the station and left on a freight.
As I have said, most of the men of my regiment were just such men as those I knew in the ranch country; indeed, some of my ranch friends were in the regiment--Fred Herrig, the forest ranger, for instance, in whose company I shot my biggest mountain ram.

After the regiment was disbanded the careers of certain of the men were diversified by odd incidents.

Our relations were of the friendliest, and, as they explained, they felt "as if I was a father" to them.

The manifestations of this feeling were sometimes less attractive than the phrase sounded, as it was chiefly used by the few who were behaving like very bad children indeed.