"I hope you have a good supply of matches."
"I have about a dozen more."
We examined the path in several places, and at last found that the Indians had left it to follow a small brook which flowed into the Little Fish. I whistled at intervals, but received no response from Firefly. The stream which was our guide did not lead us far from the creek.
"I smell smoke," said Mr. Mellowtone, after we had proceeded a considerable distance. "We are not far from them."
"I don't see the light of any fire."
"Probably it has burned down by this time, for the Indians must be asleep."
I whistled, and this time a very decided answer came back from Firefly.
"We are close by them," said I; and involuntarily we slackened our pace.
"I am afraid the noise that horse makes will awaken the Indians."
"They are beastly drunk, without a doubt, and no ordinary sounds will rouse them," I replied. "If they had known what they were about, they would not have built a fire. They are not more than two miles from Kit Cruncher's cabin."