A few of the red-skins had not had time to mount and had started on foot down the creek toward the brush.

One of these was killed.
A number of our soldiers, who had been detailed before the charge to gather up any of the Indian horses that would be stampeded, succeeded in capturing thirty-two.

I hurriedly looked over them to see if Powder Face was among them; but he was not there.

Starting in pursuit of the fugitives I finally espied an Indian mounted on my favorite, dashing away and leading all the others.

We continued the chase for two or three miles, overtaking a couple who were mounted upon one horse.