Soon afterwards the trumpet sounded "Boots and Saddles," and Glen, mounted on a handsome bay mare--which, with several other ponies, had been left behind by the Indians in their hurried flight--trotted happily away with his new friends in the direction of Fort Hayes. In his hand he grasped his own rifle, which was recovered when Wolf-Tongue was captured, and behind him, mounted on a pony led by one of the troopers, rode that wounded and crest-fallen young Indian himself.