As he did so he drew a long butcher knife from up his sleeves and attacked Little Bad Man, cutting him on the wrist. The latter was game, and, grasping Crazy Horse by the arms, the two struggled for the mastery out through the door and into the alleyway between the prison and the office. The guard formed a circle around the two men as they struggled while Kinnington was trying every way he could to get some one to part the two men and secure Crazy Horse.

It was an exciting moment, when a shot would have started a massacre, and no one

knew just what to do. Suddenly, as the two men surged forward in the direction of where I as standing, I saw Win. Gentles, an old soldier, and a veteran of the Mormon campaign of 1857, give Crazy Horse a thrust with his bayonet. The thrust was delivered with lightning like rapidity, and the next instant he had his gun at carry, as though nothing had happened. Crazy Horse gave a deep groan, staggered forward and dropped his knife and fell.

Only two men, myself and another, saw and knew how this was done; and the strangest thing of all was that many members of the guard imagined that they were guilty of the killing.

Crazy Horse died at midnight. He was conscious all the while and never uttered a word.

Red Cloud's Plea For Justice

Red Cloud went to Washington some years ago, accompanied by American Horse, his principal lieutenant, for the purpose of calling the attention of congress to certain grievances. Rev. Dr. Eastman, a well educated half-breed, went along as interpreter, and did his work very well. He is a fine looking, intelligent fellow, and is popular with the Sioux tribe.