Then he bent down, picked up the little nig, and ran off with him, before anything could be done to prevent his departure.
The battle was still raging fiercely, but the addition of the four slap-dash Indian fighters had made so much difference that the redskins did not care to continue the affair in the widespreading light from the wagon.
Several signal yells rang out, and a shout from the lips of James Van Dorn was also heard, and than the enemy beat a rapid retreat to their tents, leaving the dead and dying of their combined parties on the field.
In common with the fracas at the Pass, the battle was over; but the victory was not with either side.
When search was made for friends on the field, Harry Hale was picked up and, after a time, brought back to life; but he had an awful headache.
Charley Gorse was unharmed, but his other two comrades were slightly cut up, and many of the prospectors were either dead or wounded.
After searching carefully among the bodies for ten minutes, and shouting vainly, it was determined that the little nig was not to be found in that vicinity, and then they cried out, as Frank and Dwight had called out, for the jolly Irishman:
“Where is Pomp?”