During all this time the Captain's lady stood in the tent door, and when she saw her favorite had the drop on the Lieutenant she clapped her delicate, little hands in a gleeful manner:--"Just look at the Captain! Ain't he spunky ?" and then she laughed long and loud to see her lord show so much military courage.
She seemed more pleased at the affair than any one else.

I don't know exactly what the others thought, but I never could believe that the lady and the Captain were ever married.
The Lieutenant was no coward, but probably thinking that prudence was the better part of valor, refrained from handling his gun, and the two soon rode away in opposite directions.
We passed a lone rock standing in the river bottom on the Sweetwater, which they named Independence Rock.

It was covered with the names of thousands of people who had gone by on that road.

Some were pretty neatly chiseled in, some very rudely scrawled, and some put on with paint.

I spent all the time I could hunting Mr.Bennett's name, but I could not find it anywhere.