Then, taking Powder Face by the rope, I led him back to the Springs to see how the lieutenant had made out.
The herd of horses was held and surrounded by a few soldiers.

The rest were still popping at the Indians.

But most of the redskins were either hidden among the marshes, or had got clear away to the surrounding hills.
I found the lieutenant, and told him I thought we had accomplished all that was possible.

The orderly sounded the recall.

I have never seen a muddier set of boys than those who came out of the marsh and began rummaging around the Indian camp.