When they saw this, the Pioneers dashed forward with a howl of rage, carried the fort, and bayoneted its defenders.

The doctor of the party at once examined the wound, and saw that it would probably be fatal.
"Patch me up, Lloyd, so that I may get back to camp and see my boy again," the wounded man whispered.
"I will do my best," the doctor said, "but I doubt whether you will be able to stand the journey." The Pioneers, after setting fire to all the houses in the valley, started at once for home.

Captain Bullen was placed on a stretcher, and four men at a time carried him down, taking the utmost pains not to jolt or shake him.

His face was covered with light boughs, to keep off the flies; and everything that was possible was done to conduce to his comfort.
The doctor watched him anxiously.

His condition became more serious, every day.