"They're cunnin'," he hissed warningly.

"Don't yuh be fooled--" "That's Johnny in the lead," Pink whispered excitedly.

"I'd know the way he walks--" "'N' you THOUGHT yuh knowed how he jingled his dang bell," Applehead retorted unkindly.

"Sh-sh-sh--" Reminded by the taunt of the clever trick that had been played upon them the night before, the Happy Family stiffened again into strained, waiting silence, their rifles aimed straight at the advancing objects.
These, still vague in the first real darkness of early night, moved steadily in a scattered group behind a leader that was undoubtedly Johnny of the erstwhile tinkling bell.

He circled the campfire just without its radius of light, so that they could not tell whether an Indian lay along his back, and beaded straight for the water-hole.