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Show 68 INDIAN DEPREDATIONS wasted in preparing for the morning meal. The iron tripod had been placed over the fire, the camp kettle hung in its position, the cook had begun mix-ing bread. Prof Creutzfeldt was standing near the camp- fire warming himself, Captain Gunnison had walked out to the river, about seventy- five feet south from the camp- fire, and while in a sitting position, was bathing his hands and face. The sun had just risen from behind the distant canyon range when Pants stealthily rose from his place of concealment near the edge of the swamp, a sharp report rang out on the crisp air and the cook fell dead beside his camp- fire. Carboorits had been watching the captain and waiting for the deadly signal. Startled by the report, Gunnison sprang to his feet and the bullet from Car-boorits ' gun sped past him. Quickly pulling his six-shooter, the captain opened fire on his copper-colored assailant, who ducked and dodged to escape injury. The signal gun was followed by the rapid firing of nearly a dozen guns intermingled by the piercing war- whoop of the savages. The surprise was complete, and the dazed of-ficers and men thought only of escape. Amid the shower of whizzing arrows which followed the empty-ing of the guns, the men ran toward the open ground to the north and northeast, and in the desperate race for life, threw aside their arms and divested them-selves of coats and everything that might impede their flight. A few of the men fled in the direction of the horses. One of the soldiers, as he was about to mount, caught sight of an Indian as he was adjusting an arrow to his bow. With exceptional coolness the |