When William Margrave, the brother of Alibamo, had been discovered, and fired upon by the guard, after having seen his sister, and heard her voice, he knew that his assistance would be of no avail. He at once started for the cabin where were his friends Johnson and Fall-leaf, but not until he had seen Alibamo mount her horse, and, with her friend, dash forward from the camp. He saw the soldiers as they fired after the retreating form of his sister and her friend, and also saw that they were unhurt. "It is a rescue; still, I cannot understand it--I cannot conceive how she came to meet friends from the Union army, or how they became aware of her presence in the rebel camp." He pursued his course to the river, and crossing, soon reached the cabin. As he entered, Johnson rose to receive him. "Your return is sudden. What has happened?" he asked. "All for the best!" "Explain." "It _was_ my sister's voice that I heard I saw her--I spoke to her." "Could you not save her?" "I would have done so, or died by her side. But she had other friends with her. I saw her with two men, one of them disguised as a rebel officer. Or, at least, so I suppose, for he led her to a horse, helped her to mount, and rode rapidly away, while the guard who had just come up, fired after them. She is on her way to the Union camp, and will reach it in a short time, if nothing happens." "Are you sure those who rescued her were Union soldiers?" "I can only judge by what I saw." "What do you intend doing?" "How is Fall-leaf?" asked Margrave. "Me well--well!" answered the Indian. "Why, how is this? I thought Fall-leaf was badly wounded." "No! his wounds are slight. That in his breast or side, is merely a flesh-wound. The shot struck a rib, and glanced off. A second shot struck him near the temple, and stunned him. But he is not seriously injured." "Can he walk?" "Me walk--well!" replied Fall-leaf, as he arose and strode across the room. "Then we must go at once to the federal camp. Can you walk so far, Fall-leaf?" "Me go down--horse--there!" "He has a horse concealed among the trees, but a short distance down the river, and on this side," replied Johnson. "Have you never entertained any suspicion that my sister was with Price?" "Oh, yes. But Price has never placed any confidence in me, and never, except at this last visit, have I been permitted to enter, or leave camp, without the presence of a guard." "Well, let us be off. We must keep on this side of the river to avoid scouts." The party walked down to the bank of the Osage, and striking a narrow path, took their course toward Warsaw. The Indian secured his horse, and mounting, rode by the side of his friends.