It was a large cloud, and everybody said it was our cattle being driven off.

And our forty great wagons that had rolled over the Rockies and half across the continent stood in a helpless circle.

Without cattle they could roll no farther.
At noon Laban came in from another scout.

He had seen fresh Indians arriving from the south, showing that we were being closed in.

It was at this time that we saw a dozen white men ride out on the crest of a low hill to the east and look down on us.
"That settles it," Laban said to father.