message that I wanted the gray horse that he had in his possession. The boy delivered his message, and the Indian retorted with a "Ugh!" which startled the boy almost out of his skin, and he came bounding back again, saying the Indian was mad.
In a short time High Bull came riding his horse, and said, "Medicine Calf, did you send for this horse?"
"I did."
"Well, here he is."
"Take him back," I said, "and keep him safe until I send for him."
Stuart was wonder-stricken at this proceeding, as our discourse was unintelligible to him.
"If I could get my hand on that horse's neck," he said, "the whole village should not get him away from me."
I was annoyed at this braggadocio, and was glad the Indians did not understand him.
Fitzpatrick requested Captain Stuart to remain quiet, saying, "Beckwourth has passed his word to you that you shall have your horse. He will be forthcoming when you want him,"
The next morning they prepared to leave the village. The horses were all packed, and everything in readiness.
"Am I to have my horse?" said Captain Stuart.
"He will be here in a moment, sir," said I.
High Bull then rode the horse up to the party and dismounted, giving me the reins.
"Now, sir, you can mount your horse," said I, delivering him into his owner's possession.
He mounted, and the party started. I took one hundred and fifty of my choice Dog Soldiers, and escorted them a distance of fifteen miles. Before leaving them, I cautioned Fitzpatrick to keep on his journey for three days without stopping to encamp. I told him that the Indians were exasperated, and the two villages were together, and it was not in my power to keep them from following them. I was apprehensive they would dog them a considerable distance, but that a three days' journey would place them in safety.
Instead of following my advice, he encamped the following
