"It certainly looks it," I replied.
Back of the range heavy thunder clouds were rolling, bringing the higher peaks out with marked distinctness and the shadow was spreading over the plains.
"It will be cooler for us, anyway," said Jim.
It certainly was a relief to have the sun obscured, and we set to work with a will. In a little over a half hour we had the antelopes divided off and securely fastened to the saddles. It did not increase the weight we had to carry much.
"I am going to take a look around," said Jim, "before we ride out into the open."
He crawled up the edge of the gully, barely raising his eyes above the level. In a moment I knew that he had seen something of interest. There was something about his figure as he crouched even lower than at first with his gaze riveted in one direction that spoke louder than words.
Then he drew slowly back and down. Reaching the bottom, he came quickly towards me; there was a smile on his face that I knew well enough.
"Indians?" I said, breathlessly.
"Yes," he replied, "there is a hunting party coming out of a small canyon above the ravine we are in."
"How many?" I asked.