He was a small man with light hair and eyes, and kept both the Bushyagers on one side of him all the time I had them in view.

When he spoke it was almost in a whisper, and he kept darting sharp glances from side to side all the time, and especially at the Bushyagers.

When they left he rode the black horse and led one of the grays.

I know, because I crept back to my own camp, took my breakfast with Virginia, and then spied on the Bushyagers until dinner-time.

After dinner I still found them there arguing about the policy of starting on or waiting until night.