The Indian had run away, and meeting with a party of Comanches, he related his wrongs and his revenge.

They received him again into the tribe, but the injury was a national one, not sufficiently punished: that week twenty-three Texans lost their scalps, and fourteen women were carried into the wilderness, there to die in captivity.
The Comanche chief advised us to keep close to the shores of the Rio Grande, that we might not meet with the parties of the Pawnee Loups; and so much was he pleased with us, that he resolved to turn out of his way and accompany us with his men some thirty miles farther, when we should be comparatively out of danger.

The next morning we started, the chief and I riding close together and speaking of the Shoshones.

We exchanged our knives as a token of friendship, and when we parted, he assembled all his men and made the following speech:-- "The young chief of the Shoshones Is returning to his brave people across the rugged mountains.

Learn his name, so that you may tell your children that they have a friend in Owato Wanisha.