It was that way on this night, and I waited with some impatience for nine o'clock to come.
For the purpose of reading the scale we used a small bull's-eye lantern belonging to a transit instrument, and it threw out a long beam of light.

I entertained myself by flashing this beam of light in various directions to the distress of one member lying near not asleep, who was somewhat nervous as to the character of the Indians responsible for the shot.
"Confound it," he growled, "you'll have the whole Ute tribe down on us! You know they are not far off!" Of course I desisted in my "signalling," but Prof., not yet asleep, spoke up saying he did not believe any Indians would bother us.
Finishing the observations I put out the lantern, and settled in my blankets.

At that instant there was the flash of a light through the trees and then it glowed steadily for a moment and went out.

My nervous neighbour saw it too.

"There," he cried, "an answer to your confounded signal!" Several saw it.