In an hour we were under way.

The darkies had never been in an Indian fight and were anxious to "sweep de red debbils off de face ob de earth." Graham was a dashing officer, eager to make a record, and it was with difficulty that I could trail fast enough to keep out of the way of the impatient soldiers.

Every few moments the captain would ride up to see if the trail was freshening, and to ask how soon we would overtake the marauders.
At the Saline River we found the Indians had stopped only to graze and water the animals and had pushed on toward Solomon.

After crossing the river they made no effort to conceal their trail, thinking they were safe from pursuit.

We reached Solomon at sunset.