mounted our war-horses, which were as swift as the wind, and leaving the saddle-horses behind, on we went faster than ever. Darkness was already upon us, when we came in sight of a large fire in the distance.
"Now, boys, we have them!" cried I,
We rode on until we neared the camp of the enemy, as we supposed, and then I examined their position previous to the onset. Just as I was about to give the order to charge, I heard a voice from the camp, saying, "Throw them in! Dn them, throw them in!"
I then saluted the camp, shouting at the top of my voice, "Halloo the camp! Don't shoot, boys; we are Crows! I am Jim Beckwourth!"
I then rode up with my whole party, and found that they had taken two prisoners from the very party we were in pursuit of, and under the following circumstances: The pursued party rode up to the camp, and several of them dismounted, among whom was Antoine Garro (a Canadian half-breed), well known in St. Louis. Garro could speak tolerably good English.
He accosted Gardner with "How d'do? You have got a good fire."
"Who are you," inquired Gardner, "that you speak English?"
"My name is Garro."
"What Indians are those with you?"
"Oh, they are good Indians; they will not hurt you."
Gardner discovered that too many were dismounting and crowding round his camp; and he perceived that many of them rode in the direction of his horses, and he became alarmed, as he well might be at his situation.
"Garro," said he, again, "tell me, what Indians are these?"
"They are Re-ka-ras," said he; "they have borrowed your horses, but they will bring them back again." He said this as he saw Gardner look in the direction of his horses.
"Re-ka-ras!" repented Gardner. "To your guns, men; seize them!"
Old Garro stepped away with an accelerated pace, and two only of the Indians were arrested.
