"They come up here to spy.

They were fear'd of something, and whatever it was it was coming from the west.
See, they kep' under the east side of this ridge so as not to be seen, and they settled down to spy whar they couldn't be obsarved from below.
I reckon Jim and the redskin had a pretty good eye for cover." He examined every inch of the eyrie, sniffing like a pointer dog.

"I'm plumb puzzled about this redskin," he confessed.

"Shawnee, Cherokee, Chickasaw--it ain't likely Jim would have dealings with 'em.

It might be one of them Far Indians." It appeared as if Lovelle had spent most of the previous afternoon on the ridge, for he found the remains of his night's fire half way down the north side in a hollow thatched with vines.