While falling, all the errors and faults I had committed, seemed to rush across my mind. Why it was, I know not, but the star-like eyes of Clo-ke-ta blazed upon my memory.
Then I struck the rocky ground beneath me, and, for the time, remembered no more.
Upon coming to my senses, I found that my hands were bound behind me.
Looking with scarcely conscious anger around, I saw several red-skins.
These, I presume, had been watching me, amusing themselves with my desperate efforts to descend the cliff, and calculating upon trapping me when I reached its foot.
No sooner had I seen them than the positive danger restored my senses.
Resistance was, however, useless. Raising me to my feet, they commenced driving me down the valley. Deliberately, I say, "driving." Nor was this driving done by any means in a merciful fashion. It was effected with heavy blows and sharp sticks, which were aimed at and thrust into my ribs and sides, with no pity.
For the moment, however, I was unconscious of this.
The red devils were going straight in the direction of our camp. Great God! If they only did not pause until they arrived there.