But The Love Of Adventure Was In

The Mccarthy Boys, At The Proper Moment, Gave Orders To Fire Upon The Advancing Enemy.

With The Help Of A Friend I Got Father Into A Wagon, When The Crowd Had Gone. I Held His Head In My Lap During The Ride Home. I Believed He Was Mortally Wounded. He Had Been Stabbed Down Through The Kidneys, Leaving An Ugly Wound.

I Had Many Enemies Among The Sioux; I Would Be Running Considerable Risk In Meeting Them.

But The Love Of Adventure Was In Father's Blood.

We Had Avoided Discovery By The Sioux Scouts, And We Were Confident Of Giving Them A Complete Surprise.