A lean squaw stood erect before the tepee and regarded him fixedly from under the shade of a mahogany-colored hand, and when Casey came closer she stooped and ducked out of sight like a prairie dog diving into its burrow.

Casey paid no attention to that.

He knew without being told that he was under close scrutiny from eyes unseen; which was what he desired and had prepared for.
The spring, as he had guessed, was above the camp.

He threw a rock at two yammering curs that rushed out at him, and drove them back with Caseyish curses.

Then he watered William at the trampled spring, made himself a smoke, and went back down the gulch.