He made the trip almost half a day sooner than he had promised and went straight up to Injun Jim's camp with his load.

He was whistling all the way up the canyon to the tepee; but then he stopped.
Inside the hut was the sound of wailing.

Casey tried not to guess what that meant.

He tied William and went to the door of the tepee.
The young squaw came from within and stood just before the opening, regarding Casey with that maddening, Indian immobility so characteristic of the race.

She did not speak, though Casey waited for fully two minutes; nor did she move aside to let him go in.