Suddenly he put his finger to his lips.
His keen eyes had detected a movement in the shadowy trail.
"Hide an' horns o' the devil!" he exclaimed in a low tone.

"This 'ere may be suthin' neevarious.

Shove ol' Marier this way an' grab yer pistols an' set still." He crept on his hands and knees with the strap of his rifle in his teeth to the edge of the bush, where he sat for a moment looking and listening.

Suddenly Solomon arose and went back in the trail, indicating with a movement of his hand that the boy was not to follow.
About fifteen rods from their camp-fire he found an Indian maiden sitting on the ground with bowed head.

A low moan came from her lips.
Her skin was of a light copper color.