He had no herculean powers of muscle, but he had mind, mental powers which had been developed in a hundred emergencies.

And these stout, hardy veterans of the wilderness seem with one accord to have decided that he was the fitting one to lead them into battle, where they were to encounter perhaps hundreds of savage warriors.
[Illustration] Cautiously Kit Carson led his little band so as to approach the Indian village unperceived.

At a given signal they raised the war-whoop and impetuously charged into the cluster of wigwams.

As the terrified warriors rushed out of the huts, all unprepared for battle, these unerring marksmen laid them low.

One-third of the warriors were slain.