They were in the very heart of the Indian country,--the country of the savage Sioux.

He stared at the curled-up man, now silent and breathing heavily as if asleep.

The silence was profound, the night so black and lonely that Hampton involuntarily closed his heavy eyes to shut it out.

If he only might light a pipe, or boil himself a cup of black coffee! Murphy never stirred; the horses were seemingly too weary to browse.

Then Hampton nodded, and sank into an uneasy doze..