The Injuns will know what we have done when they see the tracks stop here, but, as you say, they won't know whether we have gone straight on or turned up one side or the other.

I guess most likely they will think that we have turned up; anyhow, they are sure to divide." No further talking was necessary.

The blankets were all cut up, bunches of dry grass were laced under the horses' feet to form a pad, and the strips of blankets wound round and round and securely fastened.
"Now, on we go again, lads," Dave said, setting the example, and they rode straight down the ravine ahead of them.

Two hours later the blankets were taken off and thrown among the bushes, the rocks having cut through them, they were useless any longer to conceal the tracks, and they incommoded the horses.

A mouthful of water was given to the animals, and they again started at a brisk pace.