We all liked him.

I had seen him fight when a dozen of the Apaches thought they had us foul, and I was proud of him.

He belonged to a good family, though that didn't make him any better than anyone else, but he treated us white.
"So when we went into camp, I goes to him and I says, says I, 'Lieutenant, there's going to be trouble.' He looked up at me in his pleasant way and asks, 'What makes you think so, Grizzly ?' The others was listening, but I didn't mind that, and out with it.

''Cause,' says I, 'my left leg tells me so.' "'And how does your leg tell you ?' he asked again, with just a faint smile that wasn't anything like the snickers and guffaws of the other chaps.

'Whenever a twitch begins at the knee and runs down to my ankle,' says I, 'that is in the left leg, and then keeps darting back and forth and up and down, just as though some one was pricking it with a needle, do you know what it says ?' "'I'm sure I don't, but I'd like to know.' "'Injins! Varmints! They're nigh you; look out!' "Wal, instead of j'ining the others in laughing at me, he says; just as earnest-like as if it was the colonel that had spoke, 'If that's the case, Grizzly, why we'll look out; you have been in this business afore I was born and I am glad you told me.