"Good!"
The light of the camp-fire died out, and then, a few moments later, another camp-fire seemed to glow across a strip of low land.
"See it?" whispered the Indian, with caution.
"Yes. What party is camped there—friends of yours, Socato?"
"Not much!"
"Who, then?"
"That same fire."
"Same fire as which?"
"One bad white men build."
Frank was astonished.