I saw the figure collapse, and heard it come tumbling thirty feet down the bank, landing with a splash in the water.
McCarthy and the rest of the party, hearing the shot, came back in a hurry.
"What is it ?" asked McCarthy, when he came up to me.
"I don't know," I said.

"Whatever it is, it is down there in the water." McCarthy ran over to the brave.

"Hi!" he cried.

"Little Billy's killed an Indian all by himself!" Not caring to meet any of this gentleman's friends we pushed on still faster toward Fort Kearney, which we reached about daylight.

We were given food and sent to bed, while the soldiers set out to look for our slain comrades and to try to recover our cattle.
Soldiers from Fort Leavenworth found the herders, killed and mutilated in the Indian fashion.