Not five seconds elapsed after the word was spoken before Charley’s carbine rang out. Then came the sharp cracks of the carbines and pistols in close succession. The Indians hesitated at the tremendous fire which was opened upon them, then halted. The delay was fatal to them. In little over half a minute the eighteen shots had been fired. Five Indians lay upon the plain; another, evidently a chief, had been carried off across the saddle of one of his followers, who had leapt off when he saw him fall; and two others were evidently wounded, and had difficulty in keeping their seats.
‘Now, boys, change your chambers, and take a shot or two after them,’ Mr. Hardy said as he again reloaded his rifle.
The boys, however, found by the time they were ready, that the flying Indians were beyond any fair chance of hitting; but their father took a long and steady aim with his deadly rifle, and upon its report a horse and man went down. But the rider was in an instant upon his feet again, soon caught one of the riderless horses which had galloped off with its companions, and followed his comrades.
‘Well done, boys,’ Mr. Hardy said, with a hearty pat on their shoulders. ‘You have done gallantly for a first fight, and I feel proud of you.’
Both boys coloured with pleasure.
‘How many have we killed?’
‘I think seven fell at our first attack, papa, and six here, counting the one they carried off, besides wounded.’
‘Thirteen. It is enough to make them heartily wish themselves back. Now let us give the horses ten minutes’ rest, and then we will stir them up again. We must not lose time; it will be sunset in another three-quarters of an hour.’
Half an hour’s riding again brought them up to the Indians, who had stopped within a mile of their former halting-place.
‘The moon will be up by one o’clock, boys, and they mean to remain where they are till then. Do you see that hollow that runs just this side of where they are? No doubt there is a small stream there.’