"Yes; we must fill our canteens with water and move from here at once."
"But whar to, Mistah Sam?"
"To the shelter of some rocks not far from the head of this ravine. Let the fire go, Wah Shin, we can get along without it to-night."
"Me no likee bad Injun; me no kalee fo' fi'," said Wah Shin, as he kicked over the pile of fuel, and hurriedly began to fill the four canteens.
The sun had set and the chilling shadows were creeping up from the cañons, in which they seemed to have their home during the day, when Sam and Ulna led the way into the broad plateau of the upper world.
The mass of rocks in which they sought shelter was close to the head of the rift.
The increasing darkness favored their reaching these rocks without being seen by any one not near by.
This was an admirable hiding place, and in the event of trouble it had every advantage for observation and defense.
In the midst of these rocks they ate their supper, and Sam detailed the guards for the night.
His greatest fear was that the dog might reveal, by growling, their hiding place to any who might come near. To guard against this as much as possible, he fastened a rope muzzle about the dog's head and told Ike to watch him.