They stopped, and listened. They did not hear a sound.
THE TWO SCOUTS IN A FIX
“I’ll be darned!” George grumbled. “Just when we need a dog, he doesn’t bark. And there’s not a single star in the whole blamed sky. How can a fellow travel by night without stars?”
“Injuns can.”
“Well, we aren’t Injuns.”
“So could Jim Bridger, I bet you.”
“So could I, if I knew where I was going,” retorted George.
“Keep going.”
“Keep going,” George echoed.