He pointed toward the crests. Beyond them, even in the twilight, the column of smoke from the great Indian camp was still visible, although it disappeared a few moments later, as the dusk turned into the dark.
"The place in the cliff lays to the right o' that smoke," said the shiftless one, "an' jest about ez fur from here."
"We ought to reach it in two hours."
"Ef nothin' comes in the way."
"If nothing comes in the way."
They crossed the valley speedily and soon stood on one of the crests that hemmed it in.
"We've had one fine day when we wuzn't thinkin' about fightin'," said the shiftless one, looking back.
"A restful day," said Henry.
Then the two plunged into the deep forests that lined the far slopes, and started on their journey.