[Two Boys in Wyoming by Edward S. Ellis]@TWC D-Link bookTwo Boys in Wyoming CHAPTER X 12/13
Indeed the vapor was so fine and feathery that it was wonderful how Hank himself had been so quick to note it. The points were of about the same elevation, and separated by a distance of some two miles.
Peak and valley, gorge and canyon, rock and boulder in profusion lay between.
No doubt could remain that two parties of Indians were telegraphing messages back and forth, and that they were understood by each party. As yet the boys failed to see that the matter was of any special concern to them, though it was interesting to know that they were not the only ones who were hunting in that section. "I suppose," said Jack, "that the parties are from the reservation and are signaling to each other about the game." "That may be," replied Hank, after some hesitation, "but I ain't quite sure _we_ ain't the game they're signaling 'bout." "They wouldn't dare disturb us!" exclaimed Fred. "Not in the open; but don't furgit what I obsarved to you some time ago that an Injin, when he feels purty sartin of not being found out, ain't to be trusted.
Now, younkers, I may be all wrong, but if I am, nothing won't be lost by acting as if I was right; whereas if I'm right and we don't act that way, the mischief will be to pay." "How shall we make sure ?" "By keeping our eyes open; when we're hunting fur game, look out that some of the redskins ain't hunting fur us.
I think that confounded Motoza has a finger in this pie." Without explaining further, the hunter rested the stock of his gun on the ground and leaned upon it in profound meditation.
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