The traces met and fused into one trail.

All the owners of the moccasins knelt and drank at a _Dushote_ (a spring), and as they were very thirsty they must have come far." "How do you know, Haace ?" "Because the imprints of their knees were sunk deep in the earth, showing that they drank long and with eagerness.

_Oneganosa_ (the water) was sweet to their lips, and they would not have drunk so long had they not been walking many miles.

I would have followed further, but I felt that I should come back and tell to my chief, Daganoweda, what I had seen." "You have done well, Haace.

Some day the Panther will turn into a chief." The black eyes of the young warrior flashed with pleasure, but he said nothing, silence becoming him when he was receiving precious words of praise from his leader.
"I saw sign of the savages too," said Black Rifle.