Henry bent far down, and holding his rifle before him in such a position that it could be used at a moment's warning, was following behind Ross so silently that the guide, hearing no sound, took an instant's backward glance.

When he saw the boy he permitted another faint smile of approval to pass over his face.
They advanced about three-quarters of a mile and then at the crest of a hill thickly clothed in tall undergrowth the guide sank down and pointed with a long ominous forefinger.
"Look," he said.
Henry looked through the interlacing bushes and, for the second time in his life, gazed upon a band of red men.

And as he looked, his blood for a moment turned cold.

Perhaps thirty in number, they were sitting in a glade about a little fire.

All of them had blankets of red or blue about them and they carried rifles.