a man he had known in Frisco—a man called Singapore Charlie—”

protected to the last by my detachment. Not long afterward Seymour

turned up safe and sound, having fled at the beginning of the attack

on the Cascades, and hid somewhere in the thick underbrush until the

trouble was over, and then made his way back to the settlement. The

next day I turned my prisoners over to Colonel Wright, who had them

marched to the upper landing of the Cascades, where, after a trial by

a military commission, nine of them were sentenced to death and duly

hanged. I did not see them executed, but was afterward informed