Ringan, whose senses were keener than mine, would stop every now and again and raise his hand as if in signal.

At one place we halted dead for five minutes, and at another he dismounted and cut a tuft of sumach, which he laid over his saddle.

Then at the edge of a thicket he stopped again, and held up both hands above his head.

Instantly a tall Indian stepped from the cover, saluted, and walked by our side.

In five minutes more we rounded a creek of the burn and were at the encampment.
'Twas the first time I had ever seen an Indian village.