He sat down upon the rocky ledge that sloped up from the stream toward a great overhanging crag behind him, laid his rifle beside him and, calmly filling his pipe, began to smoke.

Intently they followed his every movement.
"I do believe it is our Indian," whispered the doctor.
"Oh, if we could only get him!" replied the girl.
The doctor glanced swiftly at her.

Her face was pale but firm set with resolve.

Quickly he revolved in his mind the possibilities.
"If I only had a gun," he said to himself, "I'd risk it." "What is he going to do ?" The Indian was breaking off some dead twigs from the standing pines about him.
"He's going to light a fire," replied the doctor, "perhaps camp for the night." "Then," cried the girl in an excited whisper, "we could get him." The doctor smiled at her.

The Indian soon had his fire going and, unrolling his blanket pack, he took thence what looked like a lump of meat, cut some strips from it and hung them from pointed sticks over the fire.