Hamilton, a lawyer of the same place; and a Mr.
Rosenberg, a freighter. When near the Holes, Mr. Hamilton, who was
riding in advance, was shot by Indians concealed in the sage-brush.
Mr. Rosenberg's mule was wounded, and plunged so that his rider fell
to the ground. Mr. Gray, seeing the plight of the freighter, rode to
his side, seized him by the collar, and aided him to leap to a seat
behind him.
It is probable that this act of generous daring might have ended in
the death of both men but for a diversion caused by the sudden and
unexpected appearance of the military expressman. He came up a slope
from a lower level, and, taking in the situation at a glance, let fly
three shots from his breech-loading carbine that caused the Indians to
lie low. The three men rode to the ranch, and Mr. Hopkins and his
three workmen accompanied them to bring in the body of Mr. Hamilton.
The Indians did not begin to concentrate at the creek until after the
burial.
Supper being over, the boys and I were getting into our blankets for
the rest of the night, when Mr.
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