Anyhow, they are giving their signals in United states." As the lad approached nearer to the tents the silence which held the little dent on the slope sent a vague shiver of alarm through his veins.
When he came to the tents there was no one in sight.

He whistled softly, but there was no reply.

The moon, now peeping around a shoulder of the mountain, struck an object which glistened like silver, and the boy picked it up.

It was Fremont's revolver, and the chambers were full.

There had been no shooting.