It was only in the sand and gravel swept down by the floods from the gorge that any footmarks could be seen; these were first leveled, and then with the blankets the surface of the sand was carefully swept so as to erase all signs of disturbance.

Before the sun was up the operation was completed, twenty or thirty yards up the Canyon.
"That is enough for the present," Dave said; "we are safe from anyone passing.

Now, let us have a look round up above." "They must have been awful careless if they were surprised in here," Zeke said; "half a dozen men ought to hold this place against a hull tribe of redskins." "That is so," Boston Joe agreed, "but the greasers are mighty bad watchmen, and no doubt they thought they were safe in here.

That Indian village could not have been over on the hill opposite then, or it would have been put down on the map." "Like enough they had been followed," Dave said.

"If a redskin had caught sight of them, he might have followed on their trail for weeks, till he found where they were going, and then made off to bring his tribe down on them.