We swung into camp under full headway, and created considerable amusement.

Everyone recognized the ambulance, and knew that Major Brown and I were out for a lark, so little was said about the exploit.
Next morning at an early hour the command started out on another Indian hunt.

General Carr, who had a pretty good idea where he would be likely to find them, directed me to guide him by the nearest route to Elephant Fork, on Beaver Creek.
When we arrived at the South Fork of the Beaver, after two days' march, we discovered a fresh Indian trail.

We had followed it hurriedly for eight miles when we discovered, on a bluff ahead, a large number of Indians.
General Carr ordered Lieutenant Pepoon's scouts and Company M to the front.

Company M was commanded by Lieutenant Schinosky, a reckless dare-devil born in France, who was eager for a brush with the Indians.
In his anxiety to get into the fight he pushed his company nearly a mile in advance of the main command, when he was jumped by some four hundred Indians.