He looked at Joanne.

She was breathing quickly as she looked upon the wonder of the scene below them.

Suddenly she turned, and encountered his eyes.
"They might--follow ?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"No danger of that," he assured her.
MacDonald had dismounted, and now he lay crouched behind a rock, with his telescope resting over the top of it.

He had leaned his long rifle against the boulder; his huge forty-four, a relic of the old Indian days, hung at his hip.

Joanne saw these omens of preparedness, and her eyes shifted again to Aldous.