The man said to his wife:  “Never mind, let them take you:  they will not kill you.  You are too handsome a woman for them to kill you.”  His wife said, “No, it is no harm for us both to die together.”  When he saw that his wife would not get off the horse and that he could not fight, he said to her:  “Here, look out!  You are crowding me on to the neck of the horse.  Sit further back.”  He began to edge himself back, and at last, when he got his wife pretty far back on the horse, he gave a great push and shoved her off behind.  When she fell off, his horse had more speed and began to run away from the enemy, and he would shoot back his arrows; and now, when they would ride up to strike him with their hatchets, he would shoot them and kill them, and they began to be afraid of him, and to edge away from him.  His horse was very long-winded; and now, as he was drawing away from the enemy, there were only two who were yet able to keep up with him.  The rest were being left behind, and they stopped, and went back to where the others had killed or captured the women; and now only two men were pursuing.

After a little while, the Blackfoot jumped off his horse to fight on foot, and the two enemies rode up on either side of him, but a long way off, and jumped off their horses.  When he saw the two on either side of him, he took a sheaf of arrows in his hand and began to rush, first toward the one on the right, and then toward the one on the left.  As he did this, he saw that one of the men, when he ran toward him and threatened to shoot, would draw away from him, while the other would stand still.  Then he knew that one of them was a coward and the other a brave man.  But all the time they were closing in on him.  When he saw that they were closing in on him, he made a rush at the brave man.  This one was shooting arrows all the time; but the Blackfoot did not shoot until he got close to him, and then he shot an arrow into him and ran up to him and hit him with his stone axe and killed him.  Then he turned to the cowardly one and ran at him.  The man turned to run, but the Blackfoot caught him and hit him with his axe and killed him.

After he had killed them, he scalped them and took their arrows, their horses, and the stone knives that they had.  Then he went home, and when he rode into the camp he was crying over the loss of his wife.  When he came to his lodge and got off his horse, his friends went up to him and asked what was the matter.  He told them how all the women had been killed, and how he had been pursued by two enemies, and had fought with them and killed them both, and he showed them the arrows and the horses and the scalps.  He told the women’s relations that they had all been killed; and all were in great sorrow, and crying over the loss of their friends.

The next morning they held a council, and it was decided that a party should go out and see where the battle had been, and find out what had become of the women.  When they got to the place, they found all the women there dead, except this man’s wife.  Her they could not find.  They also found the two Indians that the man had said that he had killed, and, besides, many others that he had killed when he was running away.