Jo Stinger and Colonel Preston passed to the southern side of the building, from which they could look out upon the nearest cabin. Here a number of Indians were gathered, as there had been almost from the first.
"Your errand, I've no doubt, Jo, is the same as mine," said the officer, in a guarded voice.
"There's no doubt of that," replied the scout, "always providin' yours is the same as mine."
"I'm watching the wind."
"So am I."
"How do you find it?"
"It's blowing from the south."
"I am afraid so," remarked the Colonel, with a pang of misgiving, as he received a puff through the loophole, directly in the face; "is it stronger than before?"
"It's blowing harder than it did a half hour ago, but not so hard as two hours since."
"The worst feature about the business is that the wind is not only from the wrong point of the compass, but it is increasing."