Two men with bull's-eye lanterns at their belts rode forward, leading a third horse on which an Indian was securely bound. "Here's our guide," said Dr. Bunnell grimly. He held up his heavy stock-whip to the lantern light, and the Shoshonee winced. "We captured him this afternoon, and he's going to be good enough to show us where his brothers live. We got ten of 'em altogether; Captain Boling's men are looking after the rest. They'll meet us yon side the first hill at midnight; so fall in with our lads, and we'll get on; if your horses are anything like ours, you'll be glad to travel slowly." The troop rode on silently, following the directions given by the prisoner; and soon after midnight they came upon a body of men, seventy strong, who, having dismounted, were huddling over camp-fires on the mountain-side. The soldiers were well supplied with rations, which they readily shared with Savage and his six friends; and all settled down to give the horses a breathing space. A couple of hours before dawn, a bugle blew, and the shivering, stiffened men clambered into their saddles again. The way now lay across a snow-clad plain which, after a few miles, began to slope steadily upwards. As day broke, the riders saw a group of hills not far ahead; and at sight of them the Indians began to look hesitating and uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" asked Captain Boling. "They can't agree, gov'nor," said a man who acted as interpreter. "Some of 'em allow we're on the wrong track altogether." "In other words, they reckon we're in for the worst of it, and they'll get burnt for informing," said Dr. Bunnell, riding up. He spoke impressively in the Shoshonean dialect to the prisoners for a minute, then added, "All right; drive on. I've made them understand that it won't answer their purpose to be crooked with us." More crestfallen than ever, the guides led the way up the slope and into an unsuspected ravine, which eventually opened on to another plain; and this they crossed, coming out presently to the brink of a sharp downward slope, at the foot of which the opening of a valley was visible. "There's someone standing over there." Captain Boling pointed to the mouth of the valley. "Ay; Injun woman," said a sharp-eyed miner. As the men quickened their pace the woman ran to meet them. It was an old Indian squaw, who was wringing her hands in an agony of terror. Dr. Bunnell reined up and questioned her, and she at once admitted that a strange Indian girl had been brought to the valley a few hours earlier, and that over two hundred Indians were sheltering there. She also told him what he did not believe at the time, but which subsequently proved to be true: that these would be the first white men to enter the valley. He looked sharply round at the prisoners; their faces fully confirmed the old woman's betrayal of their tribe's hiding-place.