My revolvers were put into instant requisition, and I kept them covered while White removed the guns with which they had expected to put me out of their way.
With White's help I conducted these gentlemen forty miles back to the sheriff's office, and they walked every step of the way.

Each of them got ten years in the penitentiary as soon as they could be tried.

They either forgave me or forgot me when they got out, for I never heard of either of them again.
In the campaign of 1876 I secured employment for White as a scout.

He was with me when Terry and Crook's commands separated on the Yellowstone.

By this time he had come to copy my gait, my dress, my speech, and even my fashion of wearing my hair down on my shoulders, though mine at that time was brown, and his was white as the driven snow.
We were making a raid on an Indian village, which was peopled with very lively and very belligerent savages.