I told my scouts, that we would cut the horses loose and turn them in the opposite direction from the one the Capt. was making the charge, and I told the men to cut the horses loose as fast as they came to them, and to pay no attention to the Indians unless they saw them coming towards the horses, but if the Indians, one or many, seemed likely to get to the horses, to pull their pistols and shoot them down before they caught the horses, “for,” I said, “every horse we drive away will be equal to killing an Indian, for it will be putting him in the way of the other boy’s bullets.”

We did not have to wait long before the sound of the guns and the yells of the men as they made the attack on the half-awake Indians reached us, and the din that the two noises made was something dreadful to listen to as it broke on the stillness of the early morning, but my men and I had too much to attend to to pay much attention to what the others were doing.

After the fight had been going on a little while, one of my scouts came to me and said, “I think we have got all the horses loose.”

I answered, “Well, we will drive them all to the top of the hill, and then they will be safe from their Indian masters.”

We were not long in driving them there.  I told one of the boys to stay and look out for the horses, and I and the other two would go back and see if any of the horses had been overlooked in our hurry.

When we reached the village again, we could only hear a shot once in a while, and the yelling had ceased altogether.

We sat on our horses and waited for the pursuers to come back, and in a half an hour the Capt. and all his men were back to the Indian camp.

I asked the Capt. if he got them all.  He answered, “I think we did, and I saw the bravest Indian that I ever saw before.  After he had been shot three times, he still fought and wounded two of my men.”

While the Capt. was speaking, one of the men came near us and raising his right arm said, “Look at that,” and I saw where he had been shot through the fleshy part of his arm with an arrow, and calling one of the other men by name, he said, “And the same Indian shot him through the leg, after he had shot the Indian twice, and then I got a hit at him, and as he fell he gave me this wound in the arm.  Either one of the three shots we hit him with would have killed any ordinary man.”

Capt.  McKee now said, “Come, boys, we will scatter all over this little valley and look carefully into every bunch of brush and see if there are any of the Red skins left.”

After they had searched a half an hour, all the men returned without finding an Indian.  The Capt. said to me, “Where shall we make our camp?  For we are very tired and need some sleep.”

I answered, “Why not camp here?  There is plenty of grass for the horses, and that stream of water that we can hear gurgling through the stones is as cool as I ever drank, and my men and I can go and drive the horses down the hill again and relieve the man that is watching them.”