When the last Indian had passed the camp, Capt.  McKee ordered the men to mount, and we continued our journey.

When we were under way the Capt. rode to my side and said, “Mr. Drannan, will you tell me how it is that you have such a control over those Indians?  Why, I would not have ridden to meet that savage band for anything that you could have offered me, for I should have considered doing such a thing equal to committing suicide, and I know I should not have come out alive.”

I said, “Very true, Capt.  I don’t think you would.  But there is this difference between your going to meet them and my doing so.  You are a stranger to them, and a member of the white race, which they hate.  They, not knowing who you are, are suspicious of your being on their hunting grounds, but in my case I have known them all for years and have accompanied them many times to their village.  Whom they trust, although he be a “pale face,” they have confidence in, as they have in me.  So they are all my friends, and when I told the Chief that you and all the company were my friends and were going with me, he or any of his braves had no wish to trouble you.”

Capt.  McKee looked at me as if he thought me something hardly human while I explained why I was not afraid of the Indians who had just passed, and in a moment after I had ceased speaking he said, “Can you control all of the Comanche tribe the same as you did the band which has just passed us?” I answered, “I certainly think I can if I have my way about it.”  He answered, “If that is so, the United States Government will be under great obligation to you.”  “The obligation is nothing to me Capt., but if the men will obey my instruction I think I can pilot the train through to Santa Fe without their having to fire a shot,” I replied.  The Capt. said, “I am not acquainted with the wagon master, so I can not say what he will do, but I will give you my word that my men will do as you instruct them, and as soon as we meet the train I will have a talk with the wagon master and try to influence him to submit to being directed by you.”

The third day from this place we met the train at a place called Horse Shoe Bend.  We saw a number of bands of Indians and passed several Indian villages on the way, but we did not come into contact with any of them.  The train was just corralling for the night when we met them, and the most discouraged-acting men I ever saw were in that train.  The wagon master told us that the Indians had attacked the train the day before and killed five of his men, and he said, “If this had been anything but a Government train, I should have turned around and gone back, and Capt., you haven’t half men enough to protect this train through the Comanche country; we have just struck the edge of it, and the Comanches are the largest and most hostile tribe in the west, and you see that I lost five of my herders in the Kiawah country, and they are a small tribe beside the Comanches.”