"Look here woman, if you hit me, I'll be dad shammed if I don't shoot you!"
For a moment the squaw hesitated, and then lowering the club said:
"If your name ain't Pike, what is it?"
"My name is Moore," said he, in a loud, defiant tone.
"Well," said she, "look a-here, I want you to go to camp and tell Pike I want to see him."
"All right," said Moore, glad to get rid of her; "I'll send him down right away;" and up he came, laughing heartily at the joke.
I met him at the top of the hill and motioned for him to keep still; asking at the same time, who next we should send down; but our sport was suddenly spoiled by the order to "saddle up." While this was being done, several of the men went down to the spring to fill their canteens; and as each filed down the hill, the squaw confronted him, with,
"Is your name Pike?" each time only to be disappointed; but requested that "Pike" would be sent down at once.
After having mounted, I rode down to the bluff and called out:
"Madam, my name is Pike; what will you have?"