“Not bad,” said August, examining the lame leg. “She'll be fit in a few days, long before we need her to help run down Silvermane. Bring the liniment and a cloth, one of you, and put her in the sheep-corral to-night.”
Mescal's love for the mustang shone in her eyes while she smoothed out the crumpled mane, and petted the slender neck.
“Bolly, to think you'd do it!” And Bolly dropped her head as though really ashamed.
When darkness fell they gathered on the rim to watch the signals. A fire blazed out of the black void below, and as they waited it brightened and flamed higher.
“Ugh!” said Piute, pointing across to the dark line of cliffs.
“Of course he'd see it first,” laughed Naab. “Dave, have you caught it yet? Jack, see if you can make out a fire over on Echo Cliffs.”
“No, I don't see any light, except that white star. Have you seen it?”
“Long ago,” replied Naab. “Here, sight along my finger, and narrow your eyes down.”
“I believe I see it—yes, I'm sure.”
“Good. How about you, Mescal?”