With a full pail in each hand we made the return trip.

And still not a shot was fired.
I cannot remember how many journeys we made--fully fifteen or twenty.

We walked slowly, always going out with hands clasped, always coming back slowly with four pails of water.

It was astonishing how thirsty we were.
We lay down several times and took long drinks.
But it was too much for our enemies.

I cannot imagine that the Indians would have withheld their fire for so long, girls or no girls, had they not obeyed instructions from the whites who were with them.