were sitting on their ponies at Sabeta's side, but night was coming on, and he was anxious not to have a fight if he could gain his point without shedding blood.
Sabeta's band far outnumbered Stevenson
“You must encamp, for the night.”
A place was named, with wood and water, near the spot where Cornea lay in secret ambush.
were content, and a squad of cavalry was told off as escort.
set out, but when they neared the camping ground, the Indians broke, ran out in rings, and yelling to their comrades, whirled into array of battle.
The interpreter argued with them, but the day for talk was gone.
Two braves laid hold of him and beat him badly, while a third brave drew a pistol from his belt, and boasted that the Utes were now going to whip and scalp the troops.
As soon as Chacen got away, the soldiers opened fire on the Utes, a signal which uncovered the Indian
ambush, and brought up their own reserves.
The skirmish lasted for an hour, when darkness put an end to firing and pursuit.
One trooper fell and two of his companions were unhorsed.