274 Hunting the Grisly 



The three men, having a dozen horses with 

 them, were camped by the river-side in a tri- 

 angular patch of brush, shaped a good deal 

 like a common flatiron. On reaching camp 

 they started to put out their traps; and when 

 he came back in the evening Woody informed 

 his companions that he had seen a great deal 

 of Indian sign, and that he believed there 

 were Sioux in the neighborhood. His com- 

 panions both laughed at him, assuring him 

 that they were not Sioux at all but friendly 

 Crows, and that they would be in camp next 

 morning; "and sure enough," said Woody, 

 meditatively, "they were in camp next morn- 

 ing." By dawn one of the men went down 

 the river to look at some of the traps, while 

 Woody started out to where the horses were, 

 the third man remaining in camp to get break- 

 fast. Suddenly two shots were heard down 

 the river, and in another moment a mounted 

 Indian swept toward the horses. Woody 

 fired, but missed him, and he drove off five 

 while Woody, running forward, succeeded in 

 herding the other seven into camp. Hardly 

 had this been accomplished before the man 

 who had gone down the river appeared, out 

 of breath with his desperate run, having been 

 surprised by several Indians, and just sue- 



