He had agreed that he would appear in the vicinity with his Indians, who were to throw their blankets around them and come dashing down upon us, firing and whooping in the true Indian style.
This program was faithfully carried out.

I had been talking about Indians to McCarthy, and he had become considerably excited, when just as we turned a bend in the creek we saw a band of them not half a mile away.

They instantly started after us on the gallop, yelling and shooting.
"McCarthy," said I, "shall we run or fight ?" He did not wait to reply.

Wheeling his horse, he started at full speed down the creek.

He lost his gun and dropped his hat, but never once did he look back to see if he were pursued.