And you, blood-brother to a Siwanois, shall witness what I say." After a silence I said: "They must have passed Wyoming already.

At this hour our little Lois may be secure under the guns of Easton.

Do you not think so, Mayaro ?" As he made no answer, I glanced around at him and found him staring fixedly at the trail below us.
"What do you see on our back-trail ?" I whispered.
"A man, Loskiel--if it be not a deer." A moment and I also saw something moving far below us among the trees.
As yet it was only a mere spot in the dim light of the trail, slowly ascending the height of land.

Nearer, nearer it came, until at length we could see that it was a man.

But no rifle slanted across his shoulder.
"He must be one of our own people," I said, puzzled.