Down he went, throwing me over his head.

He sprang to his feet before I could catch the bridle, and galloped away into the darkness.

But when he reached the end of his lariat he discovered that he was picketed to Bison William.

I brought him up standing, recovered my gun, which had fallen to the ground, and was soon in the saddle again.
Twenty-five miles from Fort Larned the country became rougher, and I had to travel more carefully.

Also I proceeded as quietly as possible, for I knew I was in the vicinity of the Indians who had been lately encamped on Walnut Creek.