Instead of running toward the Indians, however, he galloped toward our men, by one of whom he was caught.

Lieutenant Mason, who had been very conspicuous in the fight and who had killed two or three Indians himself, single-handed, came galloping up to the ravine and jumping from his horse, secured the fancy war bonnet from the head of the dead chief, together with all his other accoutrements.

We both then rejoined the soldiers, and I at once went in search of the horse; I found him in the possession of Sergeant McGrath, who had caught him.

The Sergeant knew that I had been trying to get the animal and having seen me kill his rider, he handed him over to me at once.
Little did I think at that time that I had captured a horse which, for four years afterwards was the fastest runner in the state of Nebraska, but such proved to be the fact.
[Illustration: THE KILLING OF TALL BULL.] I jumped on his back and rode him down to the spot where the prisoners were corraled.

One of the squaws among the prisoners suddenly began crying in a pitiful and hysterical manner at the sight of this horse, and upon inquiry I found that she was Tall Bull's wife, the same squaw that had killed one of the white women and wounded the other.