The two divisions followed in pursuit, becoming mingled in disorder.

After a slight running fight of two hours the whites lost sight of their foes, and, wondering what had become of Logan's wing, they gathered together and marched back towards the river.
One of the McAfees, captain over a company of riflemen from Salt River, was leading, when he discovered an Indian in a tree-top.

He and one of his men sought shelter behind the same tree; whereupon he tried to glide behind another, but was shot and mortally wounded by the Indian, who was himself instantly killed.

The scattered detachments now sat down to listen for the missing wing.

After half an hour's silent waiting, they suddenly became aware of the presence of a body of Indians, who had slipped in between them and the town.