We had found a gulley washed out by an autumn storm, and it afforded a little protection against the wind.
Looking down the ravine I saw ponies moving.

I knew there were Indians near, and we looked about for a hiding-place.
At the head of the ravine I had noticed a cave-like hollow.

I signaled to the two men to follow me, and soon we were snug in a safe hiding-place.

As we were settling down to rest one of the men lit his pipe.

As the cave was illuminated by the glow of the match there was a wild yell.