The girl's with 'em anyhow; I reckon this yere was her ribbon; that footprint is sure." He stirred up the scattered ashes, and then passed over and looked at the dead man.
"What do yer think, Sergeant ?" "They stopped here to eat, maybe five hours ago," pushing the ashes about with his toe.

"The fire has been out that long.

Then they got into a quarrel--Connors and Dupont--for he was shot with a Colt '45'; no Indian ever did that.

Then they struck out again with two led horses.

I should say they were three or four hours ahead, travelling slow." "Good enough," and Wasson patted his arm.