I said, “Boys, let us wheel our horses and get those Indians,” and I had hardly turned my horse when the report of their guns rang out, and both of the Indians dropped in their tracks.

In a moment more a cry came from one of the others, and looking in another direction I saw one of the Capt’s. men in full pursuit of two Indians, and he was shouting at the top of his voice, “Lookout, boys, we are coming.”

I said, “Now boys, let us get these horses away from here quick, for the Indians are coming in every direction, and in a few minutes they will be upon us, and we will have to fight them and perhaps lose half of the horses, and some of us may get hurt besides.”

We spurred our horses and soon had the Indian horses on the dead run up the hill, and on the prairie where we had told the Capt. to come and look for us.

When we had got control of the frightened horses and had time to listen, we could hear the cracking of the guns in every direction, and we knew that it was a desperate fight that was being fought.

I said, “Boys, let us count the horses, and we can then have some idea how many Indians the other men have to contend with.”

We found that there were fifty-eight in the band, and we knew that they had all been ridden by the Indians, for each one had a hair rope around his neck, so we decided that there must have been fifty Indians in the camp when the Capt. and his men made the attack on them.

It must have been an hour or more before the Capt. and his men began coming back.  When Capt.  McKee came back to the hill, he said, “This has been the hardest fight that I have had with the Indians in years.  They were nearly all up when I struck their camp, and they were all on the fight.  Five of my men are badly wounded, and I don’t believe we got near all of the Indians.  We must attend to the wounded men first, and then we must take a scout around and see if we can find any more of the Red fiends.”

He asked where I thought was the best place to make our camp.  I answered that there was a level spot a little below where I’d found the Indians’ horses that would make a good camping ground.

He said.  “I will go and find the place, and you and your men drive the horses down where you found them.”

We had got about half way down to the valley with the horses when one of my men said, “Look out.  See what is coming.”

I looked where he pointed and saw an Indian running from the brush and making for the horses as fast as he could run.  I said, “Let’s go for him, boys, and don’t get too close to him before you shoot, for he has his bow and arrow ready to shoot you if you don’t get him first.”

I raised my gun as we went for him and fired and broke his leg, and one of the other boys got close to him and shot him with his pistol and finished him.

We now rushed the horses down to the village in a hurry.  When we had got them there, I told the boys that we must watch the horses all the time and change herders every two hours.  I went to where the Capt. had established his camp, and I found that five of the men were badly wounded.  One was wounded in the hip, and it was the worst arrow wound I ever saw.