"There is feed enough for the horses down on Bear River," said I.
"We will send them down there," added Lieutenant Pope. "I have no idea that these Indians will assemble again."
"No: they are completely scattered, and they will make their way back to their village."
"But they may cause some trouble."
"Very true; and, Phil, you must hurry to the island. If you have boats enough, you may take half a dozen men."
"We have three boats," I replied.
I went for my team, and Lieutenant Pope ordered the men who had come with him to remain at the breastwork, while those under Mr. Jackson conducted the prisoners and the horses to the clearing. The senior officer rode down with me, and on the way I told him all that had occurred since I left him the night before. He informed me that his force had followed the band of Indians, three or four miles in their rear, till they heard the firing in front, when they had pressed forward with all speed, and intercepted the enemy, as they retreated, not more than a mile from the breastwork.
"I don't think you will have any more trouble with the Indians," said he, in conclusion. "They have been severely punished for the murder they committed. If I can find the man who shot your father, I shall make an example of him."
"I think he was the first Indian that fell," I replied. "Kit Cruncher dropped a redskin as soon as Matt Rockwood was hit. I don't think they will need any more punishing."
"I hope not."