Ah, that is what I wanted to be sure about--that fellow is heading west on the trail; now the others are moving." "Then you are sure Roman Nose will not return?
That--that we are safe ?" "Yes; I would n't hesitate to go back as soon as the last of them disappear over the ridge," pointing up the river.

"They knew they had to go that way; Roman Nose and his band hoped we 'd taken that direction, and hurried on ahead to catch us if he could.

They are afraid to stay about here any longer.

Look how they are lashing those ponies; there, the last of them are leaving." They lay there in the sand, already becoming warm, under the rays of the sun, trying to assure themselves that all danger of discovery had vanished.

There was no movement on the opposite shore, only the blue spiral of smoke curling up against the bluff, marking where the stage had stood.