That evening after the drill many ladies attended the dance of the Indians.

Of all savages I have ever seen, the Pawnees are the most accomplished dancers.
Our command set out on the trail the next day.

Shortly afterward, when we were encamped on the Republican River near the mouth of the Beaver, we heard the yells of Indians, followed by shots, in the vicinity of our mule herd, which had been driven down to water.
Presently one of the herders, with an arrow still quivering in his flesh, came dashing into the camp.
My horse was close at hand.

Mounting him bareback, I galloped after the mule herd, which had been stampeded.

I supposed that I would be the first man on the scene.