I yelled at the top of my voice, and riding up to them, told them that the Indians were after me.
[Illustration: AMBUSHING THE INDIANS.] Denver Jim, a well-known scout, asked how many there were, and upon my informing him that there were about a dozen, he said: "Let's drive the wagon into the trees, and we'll lay for 'em." The team was hurriedly driven in among the trees and low box-elder bushes, and there secreted.
We did not have to wait long for the Indians, who came dashing up, lashing their horses, which were panting and blowing.

We let two of them pass by, but we opened a lively fire on the next three or four, killing two at the first crack.

The others following, discovered that they had run into an ambush, and whirling off into the brush they turned and ran back in the direction whence they had come.

The two who had passed heard the firing and made their escape.

We scalped the two that we had killed, and appropriated their arms and equipments; and then catching their horses, we made our way into the post.