Yet he drew farther away before slipping his own gun into its sheath.

For a time neither spoke, their eyes peering across the ridge.

Murphy sputtered and swore, but his victorious companion neither spoke nor moved.

There were several distant smokes out to the northward now, evidently the answering signals of different bands of savages, while far away, beneath the shadow of the low bluffs bordering the stream, numerous black, moving dots began to show against the light brown background.

Hampton, noticing that Murphy had stopped swearing to gaze, swung forward his field-glasses for a better view.
"They are Indians, right enough," he said, at last.