This cabin, like the few others scattered in the valleys, might harbor Indians or a bear or a panther.

Nothing, however, appeared to be there.

Then Dale studied the clouds driving across the sky, and he felt the cool dampness of a fine, misty rain on his face.

It would rain off and on during the night.

Whereupon he entered the cabin.
And the next moment he heard quick hoof-beats of trotting horses.
Peering out, he saw dim, moving forms in the darkness, quite close at hand.