Fortunately none of them hit.

Now and then, to return the compliment, I wheeled and fired.

One of my shots broke the leg of one of my pursuers' mounts.
But seven or eight Indians now remained in dangerous proximity to me.
As their horses were beginning to lag, I checked Brigham to give him an opportunity to get a few extra breaths.

I had determined that if the worst came to the worst I would drop into a buffalo wallow, where I might possibly stand off my pursuers.

I was not compelled to do this, for Brigham carried me through nobly.
When we came within three miles of the railroad track, where two companies of soldiers were stationed, one of the outposts gave the alarm.