They had just finished their most enjoyable meal, when Wah Shin, who chanced to be looking toward the river, uttered a cry of alarm.
The others quickly turned in that direction, and, to their amazement, they saw the spectral figure of a dark man rising from the water.
[CHAPTER XXII.—"JOY! JOY! IT IS ULNA AGAIN!"]
Unlike Ike and Wah Shin, Sam Willett was not the least superstitious, yet, as he saw the spectral figure rising from the shore he could not imagine it a human being.
"Did you think me dead?" asked the dripping figure.
By this time Sam had leaped to his feet and advanced toward their extraordinary visitor.
He was not long in doubt.
There was no mistaking the lithe figure and the now pinched but still expressive face.
"Joy! joy! It is Ulna again!" cried Sam, and with a bound he was on the shore and the young Ute was in his arms.
As soon as Ike and Wah Shin were convinced that this was Ulna in the flesh and not his ghost, they ran down and performed such a war dance about him, as they held his hands, as he never witnessed around the camp fires of his own tribe.