In that day, however, the plainsman was delivered out of one peril only to be plunged into another.

His days seldom dragged for want of excitement.
When we got to Leavenworth, Simpson sent three of us ahead with the train-book record of the men's time, so that their money would be ready for them when they arrived at Leavenworth.
Our boss's admonition to ride only at night and to lie under cover in daytime was hardly needed.

We cared for no more Indian adventures just then.
We made fairly good progress till we got to the Little Blue, in Colorado.

It was an uncomfortable journey, finding our way by the stars at night and lying all day in such shelters as were to be found.

But the inconvenience of it was far preferable to being made targets for Indian arrows.
We were sheltered one night from one of the fearful prairie blizzards that make fall and winter terrible.