I now counted thirteen braves, but as we had already disposed of two, we had only eleven to take care of.

The odds were nearly two to one against us.
While the Indian reinforcements were approaching the camp I jumped the creek with Buckskin Joe to meet them, expecting our party would follow me; but as they could not induce their horses to make the leap, I was the only one who got over.

I ordered the sergeant to dismount his men, and leaving one to hold the horses, to come over with the rest and help me drive the Indians off.

Before they could do this, two mounted warriors closed in on me and were shooting at short range.

I returned their fire and had the satisfaction of seeing one of them fall from his horse.