"I have thought of that, but, you know, we spent several hours in sleep, during which they might have turned back."
"But where could they have got their horses?"
"They may have had them within easy reach?"
"It couldn't be."
"I guess you are right; we hadn't a very good view of them last night, though the moon shone on them when they were wading the stream and I had a fancy that one of them looked like the fellow I hit when I fired."
"All a fancy," insisted Terry.
"Well, there's no use of guessing, for any way it must be only a guess; but where do you suppose Deerfoot is?"
"I've been thinkin' of the fellow and it saams to me that it's time he showed up."
"I wonder whether he could have passed us in the night."
"That couldn't be, for he meant to stay near the camp-fire where we lift him till he found out what the spalpeens were goin' to do, and he couldn't have got that chance till mornin'."