We crawled through a briery place to where a gap opened to the vale on our left.
A party of Indians were passing.

They were young men with the fantastic markings of young braves.

All were mounted on the little Indian horses.
They moved at leisure, scanning the distance with hands shading eyes.
We wormed our way back to the darkness of the covert.

"The advance guard of the second party," Shalah whispered.

"With good fortune, we shall soon see the rest pass, and then have a clear road for the hills." "I saw no fresh scalps," I said, "so they seem to have missed our man on the horse." I was proud of my simple logic.
All that Shalah replied was, "The rider was a woman.' "How, in Heaven's name, can you tell ?" I asked.
He held out a long hair.