The valley was dotted with thousands of ponies, and among the tepees were visible many women and children.
Warriors were riding about, youths were mounted upon bareback ponies, others were playing games, children were bathing in the stream, and squaws were busy getting the evening meal.
At the base of the hills on either side was heavy timber, and above the village towered the mountain ranges.
“What a view for an artist!” cried Lucille.
“Yes, it must strike you strangely, Miss Fallon.”
“It does; but you did not answer my question?”
“What was that?”
“I asked you, after we came through the camp of braves, who that young chief was?”
“He is called Death Face, and is the next chief in power to old Iron Eyes.”