One of the little long-eared donkeys came down among the tents and went in one and commenced eating flour from the sack.

The owner of the flour ran to the tent, took his shot gun and fired a load of buck-shot into the donkey's hams.

The animal reeled and seemed shot fatally.

I now looked for a battle to commence, but the parties were more reasonable.

The price of the animal was fully paid, and no blood shed as I expected there surely would be.
We now prospected further east, but nothing good enough was found.