He wanted everything ready when the Grand Duke arrived, so that he need lose no time at the Post.
By way of giving their distinguished guest a real taste of the Plains, the two officers asked me to visit the camp of the Sioux chief, Spotted Tail, and ask him to bring a hundred of his warriors to the spot on Red Willow Creek, which, at my suggestion, had been selected as the Grand Duke's camp.
Spotted Tail had permission from the Government to hunt buffalo, a privilege that could not be granted to Indians indiscriminately, as it involved the right to carry and use firearms.

You couldn't always be sure just what kind of game an Indian might select when you gave him a rifle.

It might be buffalo, or it might be a white man.

But Spotted Tail was safe and sane.

Hence the trust that was reposed in him.
Forsythe and Asch, after accompanying me to the site I had found for the camp, returned to the Post, while I set out to confer with Mr.
Spotted Tail.