"It is surely a white man and some great scout or hunter.

He moved a little now to the right, because I heard his buckskin brush lightly against a bush.

I think Great Bear is right about the fire.

The wind has brought the ashes from it to his nostrils, and he will lie in the bush long before moving." "Which doesn't suit our plans at all," said Willet.

"There's a chance, just a chance, that I may know who he is.