CHARLES L. YOUNGBLOOD. 39 



Allred said '"It is an Indian; shoot him/' I 

 put my gun to my face and he called to us, 

 and we knew then that he was a white man. 

 When he was a little closer he said "Don't 

 shoot, Youngblood; I came very near shoot- 

 ing you. We were just after some Indians 

 and they passed over that ridge as you came 

 in sight. I am glad, now, that I didn't shoot. 

 They killed one of our boys up at the road 

 about three miles from here, and we want you 

 to go up there and put him on the wagon so 

 the wolves won't get him." We promised 

 him we would do so, and started toward camp. 

 We had gone but a short distance when we 

 found an empty powder can, which, on ex- 

 amination, proved to be mine. I knew by 

 this that the red devils had gone through my 

 camp, and had perhaps killed McFerrin and 

 stolen everything I had. 



It was quite dark before we arrived at camp, 

 and when we got within a short distance 

 began to approach very cautiously, as we 

 thought that perhaps they had left a detach- 

 ment to take care of us when we came back. 



