"One Ute, three white men," were the first words Ulna heard when he got within hearing distance of the Apaches.
"Where did they come from?" asked a brave, who by the aid of a torch had been examining the tracks lower down the ravine.
"It looks as if they came by way of the Great Cañon," said one.
"Ugh!" grunted Blanco, "I don't believe that."
"But the trail leads that way," persisted the man who held the torch.
"I don't care if it led into the sky."
"If it did, Blanco, you could not see it, and though our medicine-men say that people in the times far past came from the sky, I never heard of their bringing dogs with them," said the man with the torch.
"Dogs!" exclaimed the band in chorus.
"No; one dog."
"Where is it?" asked the chief.