The stage has been gutted and set on fire.

Now they are coming with the ponies.

Most of them are directly opposite studying the marks we left on the sand of the bank.

Yes, they look across here, but the chief is sure we have gone the other way; he is waving his hand up the river now, and talking.
Now he is getting on his horse; there are ten or twelve of them.

One fellow is pointing across here, but no one agrees with him.