The two Indians who had fired at me and had killed my horse were retreating across the creek on a beaver dam.

I sent a few shots after them to accelerate their speed, and also fired at the ones on the other side of the stream.

I was undecided as to whether it was best to run back to the command on foot or hold my position.

I knew that within a few minutes the troops would come up, and if they heard the firing they would come rapidly.
The Indians, seeing that I was alone, turned and charged down the hill, and were about to re-cross the creek to corral me, when the advance guard of the command put in an appearance on the ridge, and dashed forward to my rescue.

The red-skins whirled and made off.
When General Carr came up, he ordered Company I to go in pursuit of the band.