"We killed the buffalo bull—at least, he was hit and went away into a thicket to die. If it had not been for a tribe of Indians who attacked us, we should have had a capital day's gunning."
"Did the Indians fight you?"
"Yes, sir," answered Mr. Mole. "We were absolutely surrounded by fifty of the red fiends, but we showed a determined front and beat them off."
"Did you kill any?"
"Did we. Well, I should smile if we did not," answered Mr. Mole.
"Where are the dead?"
"Ask their comrades. When they saw they were defeated, they retired in disorder, but they carried their dead with them."
"Carried off the dead?"
"Yes. I will give them the credit for that."
"But how did it occur that your wig is gone and these gentlemen have had their hair cut short?" inquired Harkaway.