But they were unintelligible, like many voices mingling, and with them came a dull fear into her soul.
She put out a hand, as if to rouse Slim Buck.

Then she drew it back, and placed Sun Cloud's braid away from her.

She rose to her feet so quietly that even in their restlessness they did not fully awake.

Through the tepee door she went, and stood up straight in the night, as if now she might hear more clearly, and understand.
For a space she breathed in the oppressive something that was in the air, and her eyes went east and west for sign of storm.

But there was no threat of storm.