A regular fusillade was kept up upon the house until the middle of the afternoon, and a good many shots were fired from the house. It is understood that several of Champion’s shots took effect in the fleshy part of the assailants, but none of them was dangerously hurt. About three o’clock in the afternoon Jack Flagg, on horseback, and his stepson came along the road and approached within a few rods of the mob, the men being concealed. This part of the day’s doings has been told by Mr. Flagg in a newspaper article and is here reproduced as the best authority available. He says: “The morning of the 9th I started from my ranch, eighteen miles above on the river, to go to Douglas. I was on horseback, and my stepson, a boy 17 years of age, started with me to go to the Powder River crossing. He was driving two horses and had only the running gear of a 3 1-4 wagon. We got to the K. C. ranch about 2:30 P. M. I was riding about fifty yards behind the wagon. We could not see the stable, behind which the murderers were concealed, until we were within seventy-five yards of it. When the wagon hove in sight the murderers jumped up and commanded the boy to halt, but he urged up his horses and drove for the bridge. When they saw he would not stop, one of them took aim on the corner of the fence and fired at him. The shot missed him and scared his team, which stampeded across the bridge and on up the road. “There were twenty men behind the stable, and seven came up on horseback, three from one side of the road, and four from the other and closed in behind me. When the men behind the stable saw me, they begun to jump for their guns, which were leaning against the fence, and called on me to stop and throw up my hands. I did not comply with their order, but kept straight for the bridge. When I got to the nearest point to them--forty-seven steps--a man whom I recognized as Ford, stepped from the crowd and, taking deliberate aim at me with his Winchester, fired. Then they all commenced firing. I threw myself on the side of my horse and made a run for it. The seven horsemen followed me. When I overtook my wagon, which had my rifle on it, I told my boy to hand it to me, which he did; I then told him to stop and cut one of the horses loose and mount him. The seven horsemen were following me, and when I stopped, were 350 yards behind, but as soon as they saw I had a rifle, they stopped. I only had three cartridges for my rifle, and did not want to fire one of them, unless they came closer, which they did not seem inclined to do.”