He asked me for my knife, and I gave him my sharp-pointed bowie, with which he dug the prickly pear briars out of his foot.

I considered him as "game" a man as I had ever met.
"Bevins, I have got to take you back," said I, "but as you can't walk with that foot, you can ride my horse and I'll foot it." We accordingly started back for our camp, with Bevins on my horse, which was led either by Green or myself, as we alternately rode the other horse.

We kept a close watch on Bevins, for we had ample proof that he needed watching.

His wounded foot must have pained him terribly but not a word of complaint escaped him.

On arriving at the camp we found Williams bound as we had left him and he seemed sorry that we had captured Bevins.
[Illustration: THE RECAPTURE OF BEVINS.] After breakfasting we resumed our journey, and nothing worth of note again occurred until we reached the Arkansas river, where we found a vacant cabin and at once took possession of it for the night.