These went into hiding in a ravine, with a sentinel in a tree to watch a trail running a mile away.
Then Kit Carey started off on a reconnaissance alone, intending to make a wide circuit of the trails leading into the Bad Lands.
It was nearly sunset when he neared the top of a ridge, and wisely dismounted to look cautiously over into the valley beyond before venturing.
He took off his hat, gained the shelter of a bush, and peered over.
What he saw seemed to surprise him.
Not three hundred yards away were two persons on horseback.
One was an Indian chief, in war-paint and eagle feathers.
The other was a woman, and a pale face.
As do many army officers, Kit Carey carried a repeating rifle when on a scout.