We could see that the horses had been recently shod, conclusive proof that they were our stolen stock.

We pushed on as fast as we could along the trail to the Powder, thence down this stream to within forty miles of where old Fort Reno now stands.

Farther on, at Crazy Woman's Fork, we saw evidence that another party had joined our quarry.

The trail was newly made.

The Indians could be hardly more than twenty-four hours ahead of us.