boldly into the midst of the Indians regardless of their weapons. The
charge succeeded in breaking their line, through which Fuentes and
Pablo boldly dashed after their animals. The Indians deferred the
chase to attend to a more bloody purpose. Having put sixty miles
between them and the site of the attack, they left their horses
and started in search of their main body. This search led them into
Fremont's camp. Fuentes feared that the worst had overtaken his wife.
Pablo already looked upon himself as an orphan boy. He doubted not
that the bloody savages had murdered both his father and mother. It
was a sad picture to witness their grief. But Kit Carson could not
do so unmoved. The heart of such grief has ever awakened his earnest
sympathy. His sympathy, too, has never been of a wordy nature. He
volunteered to go with Fuentes and make an attempt to deliver the
captives, if such they should prove, or to avenge their death, if that
became the sad alternative.

Fuentes had left the horses at a spring of water, well known to
Carson. There he had found signs of white men which had led him into
Fremont's camp. There was no difficulty for Carson to find the spring.
The whole company therefore traveled to the spring, which they reached
early the next morning, distant about thirty miles from their last
camp. The horses were not to be seen. A short examination of signs
soon revealed to Carson and Godey that the two Mexicans had been
followed by the Indians and that they had come upon the horses shortly
after they had left them. Of course therefore they had captured and
driven them off.

Carson and Godey were determined to make one effort to punish the
rascals. They started, taking Fuentes with them, upon the trail of
the Indians. The chase was a severe one, as, in the judgment of the