They would probably cook their meal and sit down on that side in the shelter of the bank.

When he left the thick bush he saw that his reasoning was good, but he had yet to get near enough and the fire was burning well.

There was not much wind, but the red blaze leaped up and sank, throwing out clouds of sparks, while a trail of smoke drifted about the camp.

The resinous wood, however, crackled fiercely and he hoped this would drown the noise he made.
There was nothing to hide him for some distance, and then a patch of juniper scrub and some willows ran towards the camp.

If he could reach them he would be safe, and he crawled across the open space and lay behind the first juniper while he got his breath.