The best thing I can do is tell you about it.

What's going on up there ?" He pointed up the stream, and Brennan shaded his eyes to look, although careful to keep well under cover, confident that any movement would be observed from the shore.

He gazed for some time before he seemed entirely satisfied.
"A bunch of the boys crossin' the old ford," he said quietly.

"Goin' to picket the other bank, I reckon.

There's likely to be some more comin' down the opposite way from the bridge.