The duties of the clergy and the appointed sextons were completed.

Silence and sadness fell on the encampment.
Jackson, the scout of the Missouri column, still lingered for some sort of word with Molly Wingate.

Some odds and ends of brush lay about.

Of the latter Molly began casting a handful on the fire and covering it against the wind with her shawl, which at times she quickly removed.

As a result the confined smoke arose at more or less well defined intervals, in separate puffs or clouds.
"Ef ye want to know how to give the smoke signal right an' proper, Miss Molly," said he at length, quietly, "I'll larn ye how." The girl looked up at him.
"Well, I don't know much about it." "This way: Hit takes two to do hit best.