"Down there," with a motion of one brown hand toward the valley beneath them.
"When?"
"Hour ago."
"How many?"
"Five."
"Whither did they go?"
"So," with another gesture up the valley.
"Then they are not on the trail. Your trick in covering our tracks in case they found and followed the trail was successful. Are you sure they were pursuers? Perhaps they were hunters looking for deer."
"No," asserted the Indian decidedly. "Ben he know. Make no mistake. They hunt for lost gal."
"They'll never find her. In that cave she is as safe as if buried a thousand feet underground. Even if they passed within ten feet of the entrance they could not discover it. Was Merriwell with them?"