Looking out now and then, they could see an old Indian woman going about, taking scalps and mutilating the bodies of the soldiers who had been slain.

Most of the warriors were occupied with the battle, but now and then a warrior, suspicious that soldiers were still lurking in the brush, would ride over in their direction and fire a few shots that whistled uncomfortably close to their heads.
Presently the firing on the hill ceased, and hundreds of Indians came slowly back.

But they were hard pressed by the soldiers, and the battle was soon resumed, to break out intermittently through the entire night.
In a quiet interval the two soldiers got their horses, and with their companion and De Rudio holding to the animals' tails forded the river and made a detour round the Indians.

Several times they passed close to Indians.

Once or twice they were fired on and answered the fire, but their luck was with them and they escaped bringing a general attack down upon them.
As they were making their way toward the edge of the clearing they saw directly before them a party of men dressed in the ragged uniforms of American cavalrymen, and all drew deep breaths of relief.