caused Souk to hurriedly look that way, when he saw about fifty warriors galloping toward him.  He now knew he had reached the pass ahead of the main body, and encountered only the scouts of the Cheyennes.  Ordering his men to push on up the pass to the great valley beyond, he, with his two companions, remained behind to cover their retreat.  On coming to their dead and wounded warriors, the Cheyennes halted and held a conference, while Souk and his friends leisurely pursued their journey.  In the gorge in which he then was, Souk knew ten men were as good as a hundred, and he was in no hurry to leave the friendly shelter of the rocks.  Taking up a position behind a sharp butte, he fortified the place, and quietly waited for the Cheyennes.  Hour after hour passed, but they did not appear.  The shadows of evening were beginning to creep into the ravines, and several of Souk’s party were anxious to quit their retreat and continue their journey, confident that the Cheyennes had returned to their camp; but the wily young Sioux told them to be patient, and he would inform them when it was time to go.  The evening deepened into twilight, the moon rose over the peaks and stood overhead, indicating that it was midnight, but still Souk would not go.  His men had begun to grumble, when suddenly a noise was heard in the gorge below, and presently voices and the tramp of horses could be distinguished.  Souk ordered four of his men to mount and be ready to leap the rude rock breastworks when he gave them notice, and to cheer and shout as lustily as possible.  He then lay down with the other four, and waited for the foe.  To his delight he noticed, as the Cheyennes came up, many of them were dismounted and leading their ponies.  They came within a few feet of the barricade before they perceived it, and then Souk and his comrades commenced a rapid discharge of arrows into their midst.  Three or four shots had been fired before the Cheyennes knew what the matter was, or where the whizzing shafts came from.  Then Souk shouted his battle-cry, and the four mounted Sioux, repeating it from behind the butte, dashed over the barricade and charged the enemy, who broke and fled in the utmost confusion down the gorge.  In a moment Souk, with his remaining Sioux, was mounted and after them.  The animals of the Cheyennes broke loose from some of the dismounted warriors before they could mount, and left them on foot.  Several hid among the rocks, but Souk overtook and killed four.  The pursuit was kept up for nearly five miles, when Souk turned back and hastily continued his journey to the Brule camp, where he arrived in safety on the evening of the seventh day.

He was kindly received by the father of his prospective bride, and given a dozen fine lodges for himself and friends.  The meeting between Souk and his sweetheart was as tender as that of lovers could be, and now, that they were once together, both were perfectly happy.  Near the Brule encampment were some