I was personally sure that my mule was well cared for, and he was fresh as a daisy the next morning.
After an early breakfast I groomed and saddled my mule, and, riding down to the general's quarters, waited for him to appear.

I saluted as he came out, and said that if he had any further orders I was ready to carry them out.
"I am not feeling very pleasant this morning, Cody," he said.

"My horse died during the night." I said I was very sorry his animal got into too fast a class the day before.
"Well," he replied, "hereafter I will have nothing to say against a mule.

We will meet again on the Plains.

I shall try to have you detailed as my guide, and then we will have time to talk over that race." A few days after my return to Fort Hays the Indians made a raid on the Kansas Pacific Railroad, killing five or six men and running off a hundred or more horses and mules.