It was not intended that the Indians should be allowed to escape, and he was returning to the proper position when a squaw, who was out picketing a pony for her brave who was belated in arriving in camp that night, heard the sound of the creaking saddles in the darkness and gave the alarm. The Ogalallas rushed out of their tents and the cavalary charged. The Indians fought desperately, and reached the top of the flat top butte that stands on the west side of the valley. Here they made a stand until dawn, but being driven therefrom they retreated across the small tributary of Blue Water, then called Beaver creek. Down the valley the cry of alarm had gone, and through the camp of the Brules there arose the tumult of war. The soldiers at the lower end of the valley heard it, and the battle was on. The retreating Brules

and Ogallalas met and joined in an effort to escape across the stream to the northeast. Part of the Indians had taken refuge in the rocks on the east side of the valley, a mile or more south of DeLatour's ranch. Into the rocks General Drum directed their fire. A scream arose out of the rocks and it was the scream of a woman.

An order was issued to cease firing, and the Indian braves, taking advantage of the respite, dodged out of the rocks and ran away into the hills. Then to the rocks the soldiers went, and they found that a bullet had struck a woman sitting upon a rock. She had been holding a papoose, with its little feet between her legs. The bullet had passed through both her thighs and shattered both ankles of her baby.