It was now about three o'clock.

Boone, stepping delicately, examined the ashes, and then sat himself on the ground and brooded.
When at last he lifted his eyes his face was perplexed.
"I can't make it out nohow.

Jim and this Indian was good friends.

They were feelin' pretty safe, for they made a mighty careless fire and didn't stop to tidy it up.

But likewise they was restless, for they started out long before morning....