There are other indices that would enable him, known but to men who have spent a lifetime upon the prairies.

He does not need them now, sure he will find the savages, as he said, "squatted on the Peecawn." And, sure enough, when the pursuers, at length at the creek's mouth, enter the canon through which it disembogues its crystal water into the grander and more turbid stream, they discovered certain traces of the pursued having passed along its banks.
Another mile of travelling, the same silence observed, with caution increased, and there is no longer a doubt about the truth of Cully's conjecture.

Noises are heard ahead, sounds disturbing the stillness of the night air that are not those of the uninhabited prairie.

There is the lowing of cattle, in long monotonous moans, like when being driven to slaughter, with, at intervals, the shriller neigh of a horse, as if uneasy at being away from his stable.
On hearing these sounds, the Ranger captain, acting by the advice of the guide, orders a halt.

Then the pursuing party is separated into two distinct troops.