Lieutenant Wilson came galloping on ahead to tell me the results of the fight at his end of the line, not knowing that I had witnessed nearly all of it through the glass. Jack and Tom, he said, were both wounded, but not seriously. They had killed three Kiowas and two ponies before the soldiers arrived, and the latter had killed five more Indians and captured several ponies in the attack at daylight. I told the lieutenant what arrangement I had planned for feeding his men--which he said would be satisfactory--and also that we had grain enough to give his horses a feed but no hay. As the wagon came up I rushed to it to congratulate my comrades on their escape and to ascertain the extent of their injuries. "Only a few scratches," said Jack indifferently, in spite of his pale looks, as he climbed out of the wagon with his left arm in a sling. "I got an arrow through me arm, but Tom is worse hurted--a bullet through his thigh but no bones broke. Have you anything to eat?" I helped Tom out and supported him on one side as he hobbled down to the dugout. Meantime, the lieutenant and his troopers were taking care of their horses, after which some of them unharnessed the mules for us while others started a fire and began to cook their breakfast. As I entered the dugout with Tom, I noticed my blankets lying on the floor, where I had dropped them on my hurried entry the night before, and after helping the old man to a seat I gathered up the bedding to make him a pallet. In doing this the bullet that old Broken Nose had fired into the bundle dropped to the floor. "There, Tom," I said as I picked it up and handed it to him, "is a last token from your old friend, Broken Nose." "What? Has the old rascal been here? Why didn't you kill him?" he asked eagerly. "I did. He's lying down the ravine yonder, a little way. He and another had me corralled here all night, but I got Broken Nose and Wild Bill got the other." While I cooked breakfast I told them all about my little affair of the past night. "While the coffee's a-boiling, lieutenant," said Jack after I had finished, "come on and we'll go and take a look at the dead Injuns. I want to make sure that they're good and dead." As they started out I called to them: "While you're at it, go over to the brush yonder, behind the burnt haystack, and bring in the two Indians' ponies. I haven't had time to gather them in yet." In a little while they returned, bringing the horses and tying them to the wagon. "You and Bill sure did a good job on them two," said Jack as he and Wilson re-entered the cabin. "I'm only sorry I didn't have the pleasure of doing the business for old Broken Nose myself, for I was owing him that." We had just finished eating our breakfast when one of the soldiers called out: "Here comes Wild Bill riding like the devil was after him! Wonder what's up?" Looking in the direction that Saunders's party had gone, we saw the scout coming back alone, riding rapidly.