Brigham put his whole strength into the flight, and for a few minutes did some of the prettiest running I ever saw.

But the Indians had nearly as good mounts as he, and one of their horses in particular, a spotted animal, gained on me steadily.
Occasionally the brave who was riding this fleet horse would send a bullet whistling after me.

Soon they began to strike too near for comfort.

The other Indians were strung out along behind, and could do no immediate damage.

But I saw that the fellow in the lead must be checked, or a stray bullet might hit me or the horse.