"Where?"
"Off to the south."
Looking in the direction pointed out by Ulna, Sam saw, low down on the edge of the horizon, a number of pigmy figures that but for their movements might have passed for bunches of cactus.
"Are they coming this way?" asked Sam, unconsciously tightening his grip on his rifle, while his heart beat faster.
"I cannot tell that, but if they should come they must not find us here."
Ulna sprang down the rocks, followed by Sam, and they found Ike and Wah Shin about to start a fire.
"You must make no fire to-night," said Sam.
"What foh?" asked Ike, who had a strong prejudice in favor of hot food.
"Because we are afraid there are Indians near by."
"Injuns!" exclaimed Ike, and he pressed his hands to the top of his head, as if to keep down his rising scalp.