Unless we were sighted and guided by Indians we would have to chance it.
Sherman swung round on the rest of us.

"Do any of you know where the Springs are ?" he asked, looking directly at me.
"Yes, sir," I said, "I do." "How do you know, Billy ?" asked Curtis.
"I used to come over here with Charley Bath, the Indian trader," I said.
"Where are we now ?" asked Sherman.
"About twelve miles from the Springs.

They are due south." "Due south! And we are traveling due west!" "Yes, sir," I replied, "but if Mr.Curtis had not turned in a few minutes I was going to tell you." So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends.

He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.
He asked what had become of the rest of the family and all about my career.

By the end of the ride I had told him my life history.
As we were riding along together, with the outfit following on, I noticed pony tracks from time to time, and knew that we were nearing the Springs.