Some murderous tomahawk had stretched him upon the very spot where I had last seen him.
"I was immediately plunged into the water and held there with a forcible hand, notwithstanding my resistance.

I soon perceived, however, that the object of my captor was not to drown me, for he held me firmly in such a position as to place my head above water.

This reassured me, and, regarding him attentively, I soon recognized, in spite of the paint with which he was disguised, _The Black Partridge_.
"When the firing had nearly subsided, my preserver bore me from the water and conducted me up the sand-banks.

It was a burning August morning, and walking through the sand in my drenched condition was inexpressibly painful and fatiguing.

I stooped and took off my shoes to free them from the sand with which they were nearly filled, when a squaw seized and carried them off, and I was obliged to proceed without them.
"When we had gained the prairie, I was met by my father, who told me that my husband was safe and but slightly wounded.