The lieutenant was eager to remain and rest until the reenforcements that General Emory had promised should arrive.
"Your orders were to follow me, weren't they ?" I asked.
"Yes." "Well, then, keep on following me, and you'll soon see the reason for getting out of here." "All right," he agreed.

"I've heard the general say that in a tight place your directions should always be followed." With most of the men driving the captured horses we started for Fort McPherson.

I didn't take the trail that we had followed in.

I knew of a shorter route, and besides, I didn't want to meet the support that was coming.

I knew the officer in command, and was sure that if he came up he would take all the glory of the capture away from Lieutenant Thomas.
Naturally I wanted all the credit for Thomas and myself as we were entitled to.
The soldiers that had been sent out after us found and destroyed the village, but we did not meet them.