When I grow up to be a man, I'll have a gun and come here--" He had the child in his arms, and called to the boy: "Come, fast now! Go as near as you can to where you left her." They ran forward through the gray smoke, stepping over and around bodies as they went.

When they reached the first of the women he would have stopped to search, but the boy led him on, pointing.

And then, half-way up the line, a little to the right of the road, at the edge of the cedars, his eye caught the glimpse of a great mass of yellow hair on the ground.

She seemed to have been only wounded, for, as he looked, she was up on her knees striving to stand.
He ran faster, leaving the boy behind now, but while he was still far off, he saw an Indian, knife in hand, run to her and strike her down.
Then before he had divined the intent, the savage had gathered the long hair into his left hand, made a swift circling of the knife with his right,--and the thing was done before his eyes.

He screamed in terror as he ran, and now he was near enough to be heard.