Sitting Bull imagined that the force of which the Custer command was part, had been sent out to exterminate his people. For eight days he retreated from the advancing white men, and then, being wearied, he set up a mock village, left his fires lighted, and arranged a number of effigy Indians so as to deceive the whites. He then gathered his braves, and, under cover of the hills to the south of the Rosebud, marched to intercept Custer's advance. He did not wish to fight, and so sent out a messenger with a flag of truce, who was shot down. After seeing this man fall from his horse, he called God to witness that he was not responsible for the blood that was to be shed. Custer galloped on toward the empty village and Sitting Bull closed in behind him, and to the right and left. The white men were exterminated. When the Indians found they could no longer cope with the power of the Government, Sitting Bull fled to Canada with his band. There he remained until 1879, when, starvation staring him in the face, he and his followers surrendered to General Miles, amnesty having been guaranteed for all past offenses, conditional upon good behavior. Sitting Bull has been a disturbing element among the Sioux ever since his surrender. He was influential in July and August, 1888, in causing the tribe to refuse to relinquish their lands. Since the campaign of 1876, the Sioux have behaved comparatively well until the "Messiah" craze started. For some purpose, Sitting Bull had fomented the craze, and it was his activity in the exciting movement among the Indians that led to his arrest with its fatal consequences. Sitting Bull had two wives living, and one other, who died. He was the father of nine children, including two pairs of twins. The older of his living wives is named Was-Seen-by-the-Nations, and the other is called The-One-That-Had-Four-Robes.] CHAPTER V. THE INDIAN PATROL. "Halt! who comes there?" rang out sharp and stern the challenge of the sentinel on the outskirts of General Brooke's camp, followed quickly by the startling words, as the rider drew rein suddenly: "Hold! don't fire, sentinel! I am a woman and bear dispatches to General Brooke from Colonel Crandall." "A woman, and bearing dispatches? What does this mean!" and the officer of the day advanced quickly, while riding into the glare of a camp-fire Emma Foshay slipped from her saddle and sprang toward an officer, who was advancing. "Father!" "Emma! my child! what does this mean?" cried the startled cavalry captain. In a few terse words the young girl explained all that had occurred, and she was taken at once to her father's quarters, while the dispatches and the tidings she brought were placed before the general. "Order out two troops at once, adjutant, to go to the rescue of that gallant fellow, Carey--if not too late," said the general, quickly.