"Now, for sleeping places." We scattered.

Uncle Jim and Charley promptly annexed the slight overhang of the cliff whence the deer had jumped.

It was dry at the moment, but we uttered pessimistic predictions if the wind should change.

Tom Rich and Jim Lester had a little tent, and insisted on descending to the canon-bed.
"Got to cook there, anyways," said they, and departed with the two pack mules and their bed horse.
That left the Cattleman, Windy Bill, Jed Parker, and me.

In a moment Windy Bill came up to us whispering and mysterious.
"Get your cavallos and follow me," said he.
We did so.