When he got there, if he didn't hear from me in the meantime, he was to select a good camp.
White and I set out, riding carefully and looking for the trail.

We had traveled about ten miles when I found it.

The Indians were headed toward the Dismal.

Presently another trail joined the first one, and then we had to begin extremely careful scouting.
I didn't follow the Indian trail, but bordered the left and struck the river about five miles above the Fork.

There we turned down-stream.
Soon on the opposite side we saw a party of Indians surrounding a herd of elk.