With no attempt to veil the sound of his footsteps, he strode into the circle of light thrown out by the Indian camp-fire.
The bucks looked up curiously at him, but betrayed no emotion beyond a few grunts.

They did not invite him to be seated or to join them in smoking, and had they done so, neither invitation would have been accepted.
Hank knew nothing of the lingo of the red men, but it was presumed they had a fair understanding of English, taking which for granted, he proceeded to carry out his self-imposed mission.

He told the bucks they had no business off their reservation, although it was a matter of indifference to him.

He knew there were others in the mountains, and Motoza was among them.

It was concerning this scoundrel, as Hank characterized him, that he had something to say.