When Jack Thompson reached that spot, he was to imitate the cry of the owl.

Crockett would respond, and thus guide the Indian to his retreat.

As night approached, Crockett, with his party, found a deep and dark ravine, where, encircled by almost impenetrable thickets, he hid his men and the horses.

No campfires could be built.
It was ten o'clock in the night when, in the distance, he heard the signal shriek of the owl, a cry too common to arrest the attention of any Indian bands who might be in the vicinity.

Jack, guided by a responsive cry, soon found the place of concealment, and there the party remained through the night.
The next morning after breakfast they set out to join Major Gibson and his band; but, in some way, they had lost track of him, and he could not be found.