He was watching something--because I kept turning the glasses on him to see what he was doing.
"Then Buck came into sight, and I started to ride out and meet him.

I hate to leave the little mite riding alone anywhere--I'm always afraid something may happen.

But before I got on my horse I took another look at this man on the hill.

He had a mirror or something bright in his hands.

I saw it flash, just exactly as though he was signaling to someone--over that way." She pointed to the west.