Clark had been there for probably twenty minutes, when, looking off
across an intervening canyon, he noticed three Indians approaching his
horse where it was grazing, about 1500 yards away. The Indians not
having discovered Clark, who, knowing it would be impossible to get
across the canyon in time to save his horse, raised the sights of his
gun, and fired at them, not expecting, however, to hit any one of them
at that distance, but hoping to frighten them away from his horse. On
firing, Clark immediately ducked into the canyon, out of sight of the
Indians, who were evidently frightened by the shot. Waiting there until
dusk, he cautiously crawled towards his horse for the purpose of taking
him to the house, and was within about seventy-five yards of him, it
being too dark to see an object distinctly at any distance, when he
saw two Indians approaching the horse, and only a few steps from the
animal and about 50 yards from where Clark was. Owing to the darkness
it was impossible to more than distinguish the two Indians, who were
but a few feet apart, one ahead of the other. These were subsequently
found to be the Kid and his squaw, the squaw in front and nearest to
Clark, but owing to the darkness it was impossible to distinguish one
from the other. Clark instantly raised his gun and fired at the one
nearest to him, but, being unable to see the sights, could only take a
quick aim along the barrel. By his long experience with a gun he knew
the danger of overshooting in the dark, and made allowance accordingly.
As Clark fired there came a simultaneous report from the Kid’s rifle
and an outcry from the squaw, and from the character of this outcry,
Clark knew that he had made the mistake of firing at the wrong Indian.
The ball from the Kid’s gun whistled alarmingly close to Clark’s head,
but fortunately did no harm. Following the shots, the two Indians
immediately dropped to the ground, and as fast as the old scout could
work his rifle he “pumped the lead” into where they had dropped, firing
several shots. The Indian, however, fired but the one shot. Clark then
made a run for his horse, but the animal being frightened, he was
unable to catch him.
Not knowing how many of the Indians there might be about, Clark
immediately set out for Mammoth, on the San Pedro, where he procured
a small posse, and was back at the scene of the shooting by morning,
finding the squaw dead a short distance from where she had been shot.
Following the Kid’s trail, they found that he had hopped on one foot to
where he had left his horse, one of his legs evidently being broken.
Scouts from San Carlos, following his trail, found some bloody rags
where he had built a little fire, and probably dressed his wounds.