Tom Gray glanced quickly towards the shadows that lay to the rear of them, and, as he did so, a figure appeared.
"Willy, is that you ?" he demanded, as a familiar movement revealed the identity of the figure.
"Yes." Grace asked the Indian where he had been.

He mumbled an unintelligible reply, then turned to Tom.
"Two men come.

They watch shack.

Me want to shoot, but not do." "Certainly not," rebuked Tom.

"What do you think they want ?" "Come spy on camp.