They performed this ceremony now while viewing the situation.

As he puffed the first luxurious cloud of smoke from his bulldog, Langdon nodded toward the timber from which they had just come.
"Fine place for our tepee," he said.

"Dry wood, running water, and the first good balsam we've struck in a week for our beds.

We can hobble the horses in that little open plain we crossed a quarter of a mile back.

I saw plenty of buffalo grass and a lot of wild timothy." He looked at his watch.
"It's only three o'clock.