We soon began shortening the distance between ourselves and the fugitives.

Before they had fled five miles we overtook them and killed eight of their number.

The others succeeded in making their escape.

Upon coming to the place where I had dropped the spotted horse that carried the leader of my pursuers I found that my bullet had struck him in the forehead, killing him instantly.

He was a fine animal, and should have been engaged in better business.
On our return we found old Brigham grazing contentedly.