fifty yards of the retreating enemy, he
dismounted, and raising his gun to fire, saw the warrior at whom he
was aiming, hold out his hand in token of surrendering. In this time
the other men had come up and were making ready to fire, when young
Lyttle called to them, "they have surrendered; and remember the
Colonel's orders to kill none who ask for quarters." The warrior
advanced towards him with his hand extended, and ordering the others
to follow him. As he approached, Lyttle gave him his hand, but with
difficulty restrained the men from tomahawking him. It was the head
chief with his three wives and children, two or three of whom were
fine looking lads, and one of them a youth of Lyttle's age. Observing
the conduct of Lyttle in preventing the murder of the chief, this
youth drew close to him. When they returned to the town, a crowd of
men rushed around to see the chief, and Lyttle stepped out of the
crowd to fasten his horse. The lad accompanied him. A young man who
had been to the spring to drink, seeing Lyttle with the Indian lad,
came running towards him. The youth supposed that he was advancing to
kill him, and in the twinkling of an eye let fly an arrow. It passed
through Curner's dress, and grazed his side; and but for the timely
twitch which Lyttle gave the lad's arm, would have killed him. His
other arrows were then taken away, and he sternly reprimanded.

Upon the return of Lyttle to where the chief stood, he heard Col.
Logan give orders that the prisoners must not be molested, but taken
to a house and placed under guard for their [288] security; and seeing
Major McGary[7] riding up and knowing his disposition, he called to
him saying, "Major McGary, you must not molest those prisoners" and
rode off. McGary mutteringly replied, "I'll see to that;" and
dismounting, entered the circle around the prisoners. He demanded of
the chief, if he were at the battle of the Blue Licks. The chief
probably not understanding the purport of the question, replied
affirmatively. McGary instantly seized an axe from the Grenadier
Squaw, standing by and sunk it into his head. Lyttle saw the
descending stroke and interposed his arm to prevent it or break its
force. The handle came in contact with his wrist and had well nigh
broke it. Indignant at the barbarous deed, with the impetuosity of
youth he drew his knife to avenge it. His arm was arrested, or the
steel would have been plunged into the heart of McGary. The bloody act
of t