He reined his steed on the summit of a neighboring knoll, and waved his flaring banner.

A diabolical yell now broke forth on the opposite side of the camp, beyond where the horses were grazing, and a small troop of savages came galloping up, whooping and making a terrific clamor.

The horses took fright, and dashed across the camp in the direction of the standard-bearer, attracted by his waving flag.

He instantly put spurs to his steed, and scoured off followed by the panic-stricken herd, their fright being increased by the yells of the savages in their rear.
At the first alarm, Mr.Stuart and his comrades had seized their rifles, and attempted to cut off the Indians who were pursuing the horses.

Their attention was instantly distracted by whoops and yells in an opposite direction.
They now apprehended that a reserve party was about to carry off their baggage.