The plain itself was black and barren and for a hundred miles at least ahead of us it seemed to have no end.

Walker had explained to us that we must follow some horse tracks and enter a canon some miles to the northwest.

He had made his hands work like horses' feet, placing then near the ground as if following a trail, We were not much more than a mile away when on looking back, we saw Chief Walker coming towards us on a horse at full speed; and motioning for us to stop.

This we did, though some of the boys said we would surely be marched back and scalped.

But it was not for that he came.