Marion Friend, of Company I of our battalion, was one of the small traders, and had accumulated forty dollars by his bartering.
One evening at dusk Delaney's Raiders, about twenty-five strong, took advantage of the absence of most of us drawing rations, to make a rush for Marion.

They knocked him down, cut him across the wrist and neck with a razor, and robbed him of his forty dollars.

By the time we could rally Delaney and his attendant scoundrels were safe from pursuit in the midst of their friends.
This state of things had become unendurable.

Sergeant Leroy L.Key, of Company M, our battalion, resolved to make an effort to crush the Raiders.

He was a printer, from Bloomington, Illinois, tall, dark, intelligent and strong-willed, and one of the bravest men I ever knew.
He was ably seconded by "Limber Jim," of the Sixty-Seventh Illinois, whose lithe, sinewy form, and striking features reminded one of a young Sioux brave.