He stowed me away in a corner behind the icebox and in that corner I remained for the rest of the evening.
Several times the general and his friends came down to "moisten up," and each time I heard them wondering aloud what had become of me.

When the music stopped and the party broke up I emerged from my hiding-place.

The next morning I reported to the general and explained to him that I was going back to the sagebrush.

If New York were like Chicago, I wanted to be excused.

But he insisted that I continue my trip.
At eleven o'clock the next morning he thrust me into a Pullman car, which was in charge of Mr.Angel, an official of the Pullman Car Company, and was taking a private party to the East.
Two of my millionaire hunting companions, J.B.Heckscher and Colonel Schuyler Crosby, met me at the station and drove me to the Union Club.
That night I was told to put on my evening clothes and accompany them to a theater.