And they say he's got a son, Walter Butler, who is as bad as he is, and there are other white leaders of the Indians, the Johnsons and Claus." "'Pears ez ef we would be needed," said Tom Ross.
"I don't think we ought to hurry," said Henry.

"The more we know about the Indian plans the better it will be for the Wyoming people.

We've a safe and comfortable hiding place here, and we can stay and watch the Indian movements." "Suits me," drawled Shif'less Sol.

"My legs an' arms are still stiff from them deerskin thongs an' ez Long Jim is here now to wait on me I guess I'll take a rest from travelin." "You'll do all your own waitin' on yourself," rejoined Long Jim; "an' I'm afraid you won't be waited on so Pow'ful well, either, but a good deal better than you deserve." They lay on the islet several days, meanwhile keeping a close watch on the Indian camp.

They really had little to fear except from hunting parties, as the region was far from any settled portion of the country, and the Indians were not likely to suspect their continued presence.
But the hunters were numerous, and all the squaws in the camp were busy jerking meat.