Kamaiakan was nowhere to be seen.

Both Freeman and she had supposed that he was following on behind the mule; but he had either dropped behind, or had withdrawn somewhere.

"O Kamaiakan!" shouted Freeman, as loud as he could.
A distant hail, from the direction of the desert, seemed to reply.
"That can't be he," said Freeman.

"It was at least a quarter of a mile off, and the wrong direction, too.

He's in the gorge, if he's anywhere." "Hark!" said Semitzin.
They listened, and detected a low murmur, this time from the gorge.
"He's fallen down and hurt himself," said Freeman.