I saw the two Dunlap sisters start on the run across the sand, and took after them, for whites and Indians were all killing us.

And as I ran I saw the driver of one of the wagons shooting the two wounded men.

The horses of the other wagon were plunging and rearing and their driver was trying to hold them.
* * * * * It was when the little boy that was I was running after the Dunlap girls that blackness came upon him.

All memory there ceases, for Jesse Fancher there ceased, and, as Jesse Fancher, ceased for ever.

The form that was Jesse Fancher, the body that was his, being matter and apparitional, like an apparition passed and was not.