To be sure, the windows were not far from the ground, and
I could easily jump out, but to jump in again would require longer
arms and legs than I possessed. But just then I felt that I would much
prefer to encounter robbers, mountain lions, any gentle creatures of
that kind, to asking Mrs. Gates for another room.
When I went out to supper that night I was given a seat at one end of
a long table where were already sitting nine men, including my own
civilian driver, who, fortunately, was near the end farthest from me.
No one paid the slightest attention to me, each man attending to his
own hungry self and trying to outdo the others in talking. Finally
they commenced telling marvelous tales about horses that they had
ridden and subdued, and I said to myself that I had been told all
about sheep that day, and there it was about horses, and I wondered
how far I would have to go to hear all sorts of things about cattle!
But anything about a horse is always of interest to me, and those men
were particularly entertaining, as it was evident that most of them
were professional trainers.
There was sitting at the farther end of the table a rather
young-looking man, who had been less talkative than the others, but
who after a while said something about a horse at the fort. The
mentioning of the post was startling, and I listened to hear what
further he had to say.
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