He knew, as Tayoga had said, that the chance of the warriors walking upon them in the blinding fog was small, but if the chance came it would have to be met with all their power and resource.
"I think they will come within about ten feet of us," continued Tayoga, in his soft whisper.

"There are two tall warriors and one quite short.

The tall ones take about three steps to the short one's four and even then the short man is always behind.

They do not walk in single file as usual, but spread out that they may cover as much ground as possible.

Now they are coming very near and I think it best, Black Rifle, that I talk no more for the present, but I will hold my rifle ready as you are doing, if unlucky chance should bring them upon us." The footsteps approached and passed a little to the left, but came so near that Black Rifle almost fancied he could see the dim figures in the fog.