Garro stood off at a safe distance, and demanded the two Indians.
"You cannot have them until you bring me my horses," said Gardner.
"Then we will have the tops of your heads," threatened the old rascal.
"Yes, you would have the tops of our heads; but come and take them, if you can."
They rode off, taking every horse that Gardner possessed; and if he had not been on the alert, they would have taken a few scalps as well.
These were the two prisoners that were in question when we rode up. They had bound them with trap-chains, and were in the act of throwing them into a tremendous log fire that was burning in the camp. They opened the logs on the top of the fire, and, swinging the two victims into the flames, rolled back the burning logs. There was a terrible struggle for a moment; then all was still. A blue flame towered high above the pile, and quickly subsided. My Indians begged the privilege of scalping them before they were burned; but Gardner told them he wished to burn them up clean. "You are going after their companions," he said, "and you can get plenty more scalps."
"Yes," they replied, "we will get plenty, and bring your horses back besides."
I really felt proud of my warriors in seeing them animated with so true a spirit. We breathed our horses for a few minutes, for they were in a perfect foam, and then started after them again in hot pursuit.
By next morning, we came within two gunshots' distance of the enemy without being perceived, as a roll in the prairie hid us from their view. We rested for a few moments, to refresh our horses and prepare them for the charge. We heard a continual firing, as if kept up by the enemy, and then a terrific explosion, which made the earth tremble; yells of the savages succeeded to this, and I then learned that there had been a battle between the Indians and traders, and that the whole stock of the traders' powder had exploded.
Now, thought I, is the time to charge; and I gave the word
