As the days were growing short, night soon came on, and I looked around for a suitable camping place.

While thus engaged, I scared up a flock of sage-hens, two of which I shot, intending to have one for supper and the other for breakfast.
By this time it was becoming quite dark, and I rode down to one of the little mountain streams, where I found an open place in the timber suitable for a camp.

I dismounted, and after unsaddling my horse and hitching him to a tree, I prepared to start a fire.

Just then I was startled by hearing a horse whinnying further up the stream.

It was quite a surprise to me, and I immediately ran to my animal to keep him from answering, as horses usually do in such cases.