They are Northern Indians, and must have broken through the scouting details sent out from Wallace and Dodge.

Some of the boys are bound to be after them, and there is more chance for them to get back safely along the mountains than in the other direction.

I don't suppose an Indian in the bunch was ever south of the Arkansas.

Wait! Those fellows are going to move now; going for good, too--they are taking the dead Indians with them." They were little more than black dots at that distance, yet the sun was up by this time and his keen vision could distinguish every movement.
"Creep up here, and you can see also," he said quietly.

"They are far enough away now so that it is safe." There was a moment of breathless quiet, the two fugitives peering cautiously over the sand ridge.