The mule also died.

The guide, who was near to Warner, was mortally wounded; and one or two men had arrows in their bodies, but recovered.

The party gathered about Warner's body, in sight of the Indians, who whooped and yelled, but did not venture away from their cover of rocks.

This party of men remained there all day without burying the bodies, and at night, by a wide circuit, passed the mountain, and reached Williamson's camp.

The news of Warner's death cast a gloom over all the old Californians, who knew him well.