There was evidently serious business on foot.
Immediately after supper Little Thunder vanished into the mist.
"We may as well make ourselves comfortable," said Raven, pulling a
couple of buffalo skins from a pack and giving one to Cameron. "Little
Thunder is gone to reconnoiter." He threw some sticks upon the fire.
"Better go to sleep," he suggested. "We shall probably visit the camp in
the morning if they should prove to be Stonies."
Cameron made no reply, but, lying down upon his buffalo skin, pretended
to sleep, though with the firm resolve to keep awake. But he had passed
through an exhausting day and before many minutes had passed he fell
into a doze.
From this he awoke with a start, his ears filled with the sound of
singing. Beyond the fire lay Raven upon his face, apparently sound
asleep. The singing came from the direction of the Indian camp.
Noiselessly he rose and stole up the trail to a point from which the
camp was plainly visible. A wonderful scene lay before his eyes. A great
fire burned in the centre of the camp and round the fire the whole band
of Indians was gathered with their squaws in the background. In the
centre of the circle stood a tall man with a venerable beard, apparently
reading. After he had read the sound of singing once more rose upon the
night air.
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