I rode on for a few miles further, and then hiding my horse in a low ravine, I crawled up a high hill, where I obtained a good view of the country.

I could see for four or five miles up the creek, and got sight of a village and of two or three hundred ponies in its vicinity.

I waited until night came and then I succeeded in riding into the Indian camp unobserved.
[Illustration: SPOTTED TAIL.] I had seen Spotted Tail's camp when he came from the north and I knew the kind of lodge he was living in.

As I entered the village I wrapped a blanket around my head so that the Indians could not tell whether I was a white or a red man.

In this way I rode around until I found Spotted Tail's lodge.