"Yes. Is it a man?"
"I think so."
"Moved?"
"Not yet."
"Come on, then. Maybe he's aiming for the coulée mouth, so's to sneak up to the Lancasters' from behind."
They charged away across the mile of ice.
"If it's Matthews, why didn't he wing me as I went by," panted Lounsbury.
"Look, look!" cried Fraser. "Now, he's moving!"
They stopped to loosen their revolvers, after which they started again, cautiously.
The tops of the willows were shaking. Presently, they spread outward, and the "black bunch" lengthened. Then it emerged, and was resolved into a blanketed Indian.