eleven o'clock
We thanked him and started . Notwithstanding this assurance , I had intended to fill a jug with water , but forgot it , and we went off without a drop . We were going down what was called the Ridge Road , along the divide between Elk and Elder creeks , and hoped to reach the crossing of the Cheyenne at Smithville Post-office that evening , and get on the Reservation the next morning . In half an hour we passed some trees which marked the site of the Washday Springs , but there was no house there , nor had we seen one at eleven o'clock . We met an Indian on foot , and Jack said to him : `` Where can we get some water ? '' The Indian shook his head . `` Cheyenne River , '' he replied .