As no brave knew that he would be upon the death list, and all were hungry for scalps, they chimed in with their chief's humor, and prepared to take the position by stealth, and then hold it by force of arms, as soon as darkness permitted them to do so. From his position, commanding that of Kit Carey's camp, Red Hatchet selected the points of attack, and told off his warriors for the various advances, so that all understood the exact situation. Then they waited until nightfall, and made no move until an hour after darkness fell. Then the order was given to leave their ponies in the ravine, and advance on foot in squads of four and five. The chief led four men, and his was the most direct advance, the others going out on either side and flanking, one party coming up from the rear of the camp in the rocks. As noiseless as serpents they crept on, for they felt that they had men to deal with fully alive to all their cunning devices. At last the chief and his party were within a few feet of the camp, and yet no alarm had come, no arrow or shot. Red Hatchet felt now that he had his foes in his power, and feeling that the other squads of braves must have reached position, he suddenly arose and bounded toward the rocks. As he did so there came wild yells and shouts, and then a terrific howl of rage, disappointment, and alarm commingled. The enemy was not there, and the chief's squad had sprung upon a party of his own braves, and ere the mistake was known, for each had noiselessly gained the position, two warriors had been slain and a couple more wounded. All the venom in his nature was aroused in Red Hatchet by this fatal mistake, through the silent retreat of his foes, and, of course, the white captain was set down as the cause of the death and wounding of the Sioux. Of course, there was but one thing to be done under the circumstances, and that was to continue on to the camp of the hostiles with their dead and wounded, and await an opportunity to get even with their enemy. Having started his braves on the retreat, Red Hatchet made his way to the rendezvous which he had appointed with the two guards of Jennie Woodbridge. They and their captive had heard the few shots and yells, and wondered at the quick cessation of what they supposed was the attack. Jennie had been glad to feel that Kit Carey had been too wary to run into the ambush, for had he done so they would have heard the firing. Then there was a wait until after nightfall, when came the shots and yells, to end as quickly as they had begun. The young girl had picked up considerable of the Sioux language during her life on the frontier and the talk of her two guards she understood pretty well, was sure that they were in some alarm as to what had occurred. Then there came two horsemen through the gloom, a word in a low tone, and the two Sioux met their chief.