"There may be doings to-morrow--at about sundown." There was but little moonlight now, but the stars were clear.

He lighted his pipe, and with his rifle in the crook of his arm he walked slowly up and down over a hundred-yard stretch of the narrow plain in which they had camped.

That night they had built their fire beside a fallen log, which was now a glowing mass without flame.

Finally he sat down with his back to a rock fifty paces from Joanne's tepee.

It was a splendid night.