The light from the Indian camp fire, which was blazing brightly a hundred yards away, helped them to keep their general direction.
"For a proper black night commend me to the prairie," said the doctor.
"It is the dead level does it, I believe.

There is nothing to cast a reflection or a shadow." "It will be better in a few minutes," said Cameron, "when we get our night sight." "You are off the trail a bit, I think," said the doctor.
"Yes, I know.

I am hitting toward the fire.

The light makes it better going that way." "I say, that chap appears to be going some.

Quite a song and dance he's giving them," said the doctor, pointing to an Indian who in the full light of the camp fire was standing erect and, with hand outstretched, was declaiming to the others, who, kneeling or squatting about the fire, were giving him rapt attention.