nt their little medicine-wolves to show us.

"We will make the sacrifices and then we will go. We shall strike the
enemy."

They struck a pole in the center of the circle, and when the moon rose
each warrior approached it and either hung some piece of rag or buckskin
on it or put various implements at its foot, muttering meanwhile prayers
for protection and success and rubbing the pole with his weapons to
vitalize them spiritually.

By the full light of the moon the mounted men, each leading a horse,
rode slowly off one after the other, into the hills, and they did not
halt until nearly morning when they again sat in a magic circle and took
heed of the medicine-arrows before lying down to sleep in a long row,
facing toward the village.

The day following found the small war-party advancing cautiously,
preceded far in advance on its flanks by watchful scouts. They were
all eyes for any hunting bands of Utes or Shoshones and might see the
Yellow-Eyes trooping along in a line as the ducks fly.

For days marched the band, winding through the hills or splashing
through the flat river until early one morning they observed one of the
scouts far in advance flashing a looking-glass from a hilltop. Lashing
their horses they bore on toward him, dashing down the cut banks at
reckless speed or clambering up them helter-skelter. No inequalities of
ground opposed their desperate speed.

Arriving at the place they rode boldly up to the mounted scout and far
down on the plains saw three Yellow-Eyes driving twelve pack-animals
heavily loaded. They paused to repaint their faces and put the sacred
war-marks on the ponies, not forgetting to tie up their tails before
continuing the mad charge. The poor beaver-hunters saw the on-coming,
knew their danger and instantly huddled their horses and began dropping
their packs. They had selected a slight knoll of the prairie and before
many minutes had a rude barricade constructed with their packages.
Dropping behind this they awaited the Indians with freshly primed rifles
and pistols.

The Chis-chis-chash rode in a perfect line and when within a hundred
yards gave shrill ki-yi's, lashed their whips and the ponies clattered
through the dust. It would be all over with the three luckless trappers
in an instant. When nearly half the distance had been consumed three
rifles cracked. Iron Horn and another warrior reeled on their mounts but
clung desperately, stopping in no way the rush. In an insta