until only an old bull
remained. This he killed in almost the center of the camp.

The charge of the buffaloes had nearly stampeded the picketed horses,
and Colonel Royal, who, with the other officers, had watched the hunt,
demanded, somewhat angrily:

"What does this mean, Cody?"

"Why," said Will, "I thought, sir, I'd save you the trouble of sending
after the game."

The colonel smiled, though perhaps the other officers enjoyed the joke
more than he.

At the north fork of the Beaver, Will discovered a large and fresh
Indian trail. The tracks were scattered all over the valley, showing
that a large village had recently passed that way. Will estimated that
at least four hundred lodges were represented; that would mean from
twenty-five hundred to three thousand warriors, squaws, and children.

When General Carr (who had taken the command) got the news, he followed
down a ravine to Beaver Creek, and here the regiment went into camp.
Lieutenant Ward and a dozen men were detailed to accompany Will on a
reconnoissance. They followed Beaver Creek for twelve miles, and
then the lieutenant and the scout climbed a knoll for a survey of the
country. One glance took in a large Indian village some three miles
distant. Thousands of ponies were picketed out, and small bands of
warriors were seen returning from the hunt, laden with buffalo-meat.

"I think, Lieutenant," said Will, "that we have important business at
camp."

"I agree with you," said Ward. "The quicker we get out of here, the
better."

When they rejoined the men at the foot of the hill, Ward dispatched a
courier to General Carr, the purpose of the lieutenant being to follow
slowly and meet the troops which he knew would be sent forward.

The courier rode away at a gallop, but in a few moments came riding
back, with three Indians at his horse's heels. The little company
charged the warriors, who turned and fled for the village.

"Lieutenant," said Will, "give me that note." And as it was passed over,
he clapped spurs to his horse and started for the camp.

He had proceeded but a short distance when he came upon another party of
Indians, returning to the village with buffalo-meat. Without stopping,
he fired a long-range shot at them, and while they hesitated, puzzled by
the action, he galloped past. The warriors were not long in recovering
from their surprise, and cutting loose their meat, followed; but their
ponies were tired from a long hunt, and Will's fr