The two men were soon upon the level plateau which formed the top of the hill. Once there, they saw a sight which surprised them not a little.
Directly below them was the camp of the Pawnees, while beyond, and not more than five miles away, they could discern another camp, but could not make out who they were.
Kelly easily recognized the Pawnees, for he was well acquainted with them, and knew White Wolf almost as well as he did Jehiel.
"I wonder who those others can be, off yonder," he said.
"I can't tell yer, they's so fur off; but you can bet they ain't no Blackfeet!"
"How do you know?" asked the scout.
"'Cause that 'ar is west, an' ther Blackfoot village ar' off here ter ther north furder. Le's go over ter ther other side an' see ef we can diskiver them."
Approaching the other side, they saw immediately below them the camps of Gray Eagle, and Kelly recognized his friend Jehiel, and also Snowdrop.
"What does this all mean, do you suppose?" he asked.
"Can't tell," replied the trapper. "It looks as ef there mought be fun ahead. But come on, le's cut some grass fur ther hoss an' git back. We'll know more about it afore mornin'."