Hippy strolled leisurely to the door.
"Evening, Willy.

Come in and have a dance or something to eat," greeted Hippy cordially.

In a lower tone he asked, "Anything wrong ?" "Mebby! You come.

No speak here." The Indian turned away, and Hippy followed him casually until well out of sight of the dancers.
"Now what is wrong ?" demanded the Overland Rider in a brisk tone.
"You hear big noise ?" Hippy shook his head.
"Can't hear anything above the smashing of the lumberjacks' boots." "Me hear.

Big noise up river--boom--boom--boom! Listen! What you hear ?" "It sounds like wind in the tops of the trees," answered Hippy after a moment of listening.
"No wind.