I never saw any of them again, except Rale.
He was killed in the fight.

About an hour after that I shot the buck who was guarding me, and got away on his horse." "What Indians were they ?" "Sacs mostly; some Foxes, and maybe a Winnebago or two." "Was Black Hawk with them ?" "I don't know--I never saw Black Hawk." I felt firmly convinced that he was deliberately lying, and yet there was nothing in his story which might not be true.

No doubt it was prejudice, personal hatred, and distrust which led me to come to this conclusion.

Well, true or not, I meant to see that he fought now.
"All right, but I advise you to keep your eyes outside," I said sternly.

"Don't be staring about the cabin any more." "I was looking for something to eat." "Is that so?
Well, you better stand it for awhile without eating.
What is it, Eloise ?" "Please let me hand him some food." I hesitated, conscious that I disliked even the thought of her serving the fellow in any way, yet unable to resist the eager plea in her eyes.
"Very well, if you wish to; only keep down out of range; those Indians may try for the loopholes.