The remainder of the troops were left at the supply camp.
I was ordered to accompany the expedition bound for the Canadian River.
We struck the south fork of this stream at a point a few miles above the old adobe walls that were once a fort.

Here Kit Carson had had a big Indian fight.
We were now within twelve miles of a new supply depot called Fort Evans, established for the Third Cavalry and Evans's expedition from New Mexico.
The scouts who brought this information reported also that they expected the arrival of a bull-train from New Mexico with a large quantity of beer for the soldiers.
"Wild Bill" and I determined to "lay" for this beer.

That very evening it came along, and the beer destined for the soldiers at Fort Evans never reached them.

It went straight down the thirsty throats of General Carr's command.
The Mexicans living near Fort Evans had brewed the beer.

They were taking it to Fort Evans to sell to the troops.