It was fortunate that we had dismounted ten men.

These were able to follow the Indians who had escaped to marsh.
When we made the charge my chief thought was to keep a lookout for my pony, Powder Pace.

Soon I saw an Indian, mounted on him, making his escape.

I rushed through the camp, shooting to the left and right, but keeping a beeline after Powder Face and his rider.

Soon another Indian who was afoot leaped up behind Powder Face's rider.