four in number, counting the Indian.  But by-and-by, our traveling companion became a source of considerable uneasiness.  When questioned regarding his lost horse he did not give straight replies, but was evasive and somewhat contradictory, and Mr. Driskol began to have suspicions regarding his friendly intentions.  But what to do, or how to rid ourselves of his presence, was a puzzling question.  Besides, we felt that we were safer where he could be watched than if out of our sight.  That night, after eating our suppers, we traveled some distance after dark and stopped on a level piece of ground away from the creek bottom.  We felt safer in the open country than in the high rye grass, especially on account of our Indian companion.  We were very careful not to let the Indian see that we were suspicious of him, and after unsaddling and unpacking our horses all but the elder Driskol rolled up in their blankets, the Indian choosing a spot about ten steps away from us.  Before lying down, it was deemed best to keep a strict watch on our fellow traveler, and if necessary keep him with us if we had to make him a prisoner.  Of course nothing was said to him about keeping watch.  During the night he was several times detected, cautiously rising on his elbow and looking around.  Discovering the guard he would lie down with a grunt as if with satisfaction.

When daylight came we started to saddle up and load our two pack horses, intending to go some distance upon our return trip, before stopping for breakfast.  Saddles were on the riding horses and the Driskols were loading the packs.  I had been directed to keep a close watch on the Indian, “and if he attempts to get away, shoot him,” said the elder Driskol.  They were perhaps twenty steps away, and one of the pack horses starting off, the young man went to bring him back.  The old gentleman was busy with the pack, when suddenly, quick almost as a flash, the Indian leaped upon young Driskol’s horse and started off.  The movement took me by surprise and for an instant I sat as if stupified.  Then seeing the rascal going like sin, I raised my rifle, took deliberate aim, and fired.  The Indian threw back his head and throwing his arms aloft, plunged headlong into the grass.

“There goes that d——­d boy, shooting another goose,” said old gentleman Driskol, almost without looking around.

The young man, however, saw his horse galloping in a circle back to the other horses.  Meantime I had dropped my muzzle loader and with revolver stood looking at the Indian kicking in the grass forty rods away.  Mr. Driskol flow ran up to where I was standing and pointing to the Indian, I said, “It wasn’t a goose this time, Mr. Driskol.”

We were now all thoroughly alarmed, and imagined the Snakes would be down upon us in no time.  Hastily fastening the packs, we then took the lock off the Indian’s gun and breaking the stock, threw it away.  The pony, belonging to the Indian was unsaddled and turned loose, and we pulled out for the “home camp” in a hurry.