He had been warned at the start to look out for hostile bands of Crow Indians who were hunting in that vicinity, so he made fast time all day.

Now and again he struck rapids and had to exercise the utmost care to keep his suit from being cut on the rocks.

He saw any quantity of game along the route, particularly black tailed deer that frequently came to the water's edge.

He amused himself by blowing blasts on the bugle and watch them dash up the banks and disappear in the timber.

That evening he decided to camp on a bar across which a cottonwood tree was lying, that promised an excellent back log for a fire.