Six Indians near by rushed, with exultant yells and gleaming tomahawks, for his scalp.

Kit Carson, calling on two or three to follow him, sprang from his horse and with the speed of an antelope was by the side of his fallen comrade.

The crack of his rifle was instantly heard; the foremost of the savages gave one convulsive bound, uttered a death cry and fell weltering in his blood.

The rest immediately fled, but before they could reach a place of safety three more were struck down by the balls of those who had followed Carson.

Two only of the six savages escaped..