She did not. She would as lief touch a toad.The fight began with a shot fired prematurely by one of the scouts, and lasted until nightfallafter the desultory manner of Indian mountain fights, where you fire at a tree-trunk or lichened rock, or at some black, red-bound head that shoots up quick as a prairie dog's and is gone again, and where you follow the tactics of the wary Apache in so far as you may. The curious part of it is that you beat him at his own game every time. It is always the troops that lose the least heavily!That-theres the ticket, he said.