He knew, too, that he had gone over the spot that night, the moon lighting the naked forms strewn about.

Many of them lay in attitudes strangely lifelike,--here one resting its head upon its arm, there a white face falling easily back as if it looked up at the stars.

He could not recall why he had gone back, unless to be sure that he had made the grave under the cedar secure from the wolves.
Some of the men had camped on the spot.

Others had gone to Hamblin's ranch, near the Meadows, where the children were taken.

He had sent the boy there with them, and he could recall distinctly the struggle he had with the little fellow; for the boy had wished not to be taken from the girl, and had fought valiantly with fists and feet and his sharp little teeth.