He was endeavoring to get some one to take some important dispatches to General Sheridan at Fort Hays.

I reported to him at once, and stated where I had met the Indians and how I had escaped from them.
"You was very fortunate, Cody, in thinking of that cattle story; but for that little game your hair would now be an ornament to a Kiowa's lodge," said he.
Just then Dick Curtis spoke up and said: "Cody, the Captain is anxious to send some dispatches to General Sheridan, at Fort Hays, and none of the scouts here seem to be very willing to undertake the trip.

They say they are not well enough acquainted with the country to find the way at night." As a storm was coming up it was quite dark, and the scouts feared that they would lose the way; besides it was a dangerous ride, as a large party of Indians were known to be camped on Walnut Creek, on the direct road to Fort Hays.

It was evident that Curtis was trying to induce me to volunteer.

I made some evasive answer to Curtis, for I did not care to volunteer after my long day's ride.