For a moment he seemed to be looking right at me; but his eyes passed on, and he carefully examined every bit of foliage and every ant-hill and grass-mound, and all the time he strained his ears for sounds.

I held my breath.

At last he lay down again; but in a few minutes he got up, and woke the others.
This was my first sight of Bowie Bushyager.

Everybody in Monterey County, and lots of other people will remember what the name of Bowie Bushyager once meant; but it meant very little more than that of his brother, Pitt Bushyager, who got up, grumbling and cursing when Bowie shook him awake.

Bowie was say twenty-eight then, and a fine specimen of a man in build and size.