Without strategy, all we would get for our long chase would be the loss of our scalps.
"Wild Bill," who did not know the meaning of fear, made our plan for us.

We were to wait till nightfall, and then, after creeping up as close as possible on the camp, make a grand ride right through it, open a general fire upon them, and stampede their horses.
It was a plan that called for nerve, but we were full of spirit, and the more danger there was in an enterprise the more we relished it.

At our captain's signal we rushed pell-mell through their camp.

Had we dropped from the clouds the Indians could not have been more astonished.

At the sound of our shots they scattered in every direction, yelling warnings to each other as they fled.
Once clear of the camp we circled to the south and came back to make sure that we had done a thorough job.