Night was now upon them, and all was still except the thud of the galloping hoofs upon the plain.
Suddenly a gleam of fire was seen far ahead.

The Texan noted it, and swerved off to the left.
"There is the camp," he said.

"I can easily find our resting-place now.
I was afraid we would not see their fires until we were right up to the timber.

But they are careless with their fire as they are with their smoke.

We shall have moonlight in an hour, and in less time we'll be in camp." He rode on now, more slowly, for the horses were tired, and he seemed to know so well where to go that there was no haste.
The moon was just above the trees when the Texan led the way into a narrow ravine, with heavy timber on either side.