I dashed after a tall Indian, who had his arrow strung, passing him at a run. We both fired at the same time, his arrow lodging in the fleshy part of my horse's shoulder, which would have ruined him if the arrow had had force behind it, but the Indian was scared. My shot knocked him down, and I heard Williams yell out, “ Well done, boy!” There were only three left and they were having a combat with a few young Shoshones who were doing poor execution. Some older men stepped in and put a quietus to any further fighting by sending the three to join their companions in the happy hunting-grounds.
