They obeyed, and Simpson mounted the hill and stood beside Jack.
“Tho’t yer said yer kedn’t see nuthin’?” remarked the former.
“So I did, and you can’t either.”
“Kin, too.”
“Where?”
“Yonder. See thet black speck movin’ ’long toward the east, a hundred yards ter the right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s an Apashe’s top-knot, an’ he’s skulkin’ along an arroyo.”
“Simpson, you always did have sharp eyes.”
The guide received the compliment quietly, and resumed: