It's moontime, you know; an' them sharp-eyed Injuns niver all goes to sleep thegither.

On that sand they'd see us in the moonlight 'most as plain as in the day.

Ef we wait at all, we'll hev to stay till they go clar off." Wilder, while speaking, stood close to the aperture, looking cautiously out.

At that moment, craning his neck to a greater stretch, so as to command a better view of what lay below, his eye caught sight of an object that elicited an exclamation of surprise.
"Darn it," he said, "thar's my old clout lyin' down thar on the rocks." It was the red kerchief he had plucked from his head to put the pursuers on the wrong track.
"It's jest where I flinged it," he continued; "I kin recognise the place.

That gully, then, must be the one we didn't go up." Walt spoke the truth.