A couple of miles ahead was a dark, moving dot, evidently the Indian trotting along at a good round pace. "Ass enough to know that there's precious little twilight now, at any rate," said Paul ruefully, as he urged on his horse. "And there's no moon till after midnight." They rode the next mile in silence, and, at the end of it, were no longer able to distinguish the fleeing figure with any degree of certainty. In another few minutes they were at the spot where they had first seen the Indian, but there was hardly enough light for even the keen-sighted Canadian to detect any trail. "It's no use thinking of giving up," he said. "We must have the bag if we ride all night for it." Again they spurred the horses to a gallop, peering all the while on either side of them; and in this manner they covered another few miles. Farther than this the Indian could not possibly have gone in the time. "Better divide, and prowl round," said Coke. "Fire a pistol if you see anything, and I'll do the same." He rode away at a gentle trot, pausing now and then to listen. After half an hour of this he heard the pop of a pistol a good way behind him, yet distinct enough in the silent night air. Wheeling round, he looked steadily before him in the hope of seeing the flash of a second report. This came after a few seconds, and he at once responded to it. But even before he saw the flash he had noticed something else of far more importance: a little glow of flame on the ground a few miles away, somewhere about in the direction which Dumont had started to follow. And now, coming towards him, was the steady thud of a horse's hoofs. "That you, Paul?" "Ay; come on," sounded from a mounted figure that was beginning to stand out indistinctly against the blue-black of the sky. The two young men were soon together again, and Dumont pointed towards the flame. "Redskins. Thought I'd better come back and meet you first." "How many?" "I could make out three. They couldn't hear my shots with the wind this way; I didn't hear yours; only saw the flash. Now for a little bit of spying. Are you well loaded up?" They were soon within a pistol-shot of the fire, in the light of which shone the bodies of three Indians, naked as far as the waist. The Englishman's heart beat with excitement, for as yet he had never been so close to Indians who were real savages. A few more steps and then the Indians, not to be taken altogether by surprise, sprang erect and stood with bowstrings stretched. "Pawnees, I think," said Dumont, reining up. He shouted some words in the Siouan dialect, and was answered by what seemed to Coke merely a series of grunts. Again the Canadian spoke, and on receiving a brief reply moved on again. "Come on," he said triumphantly. "They've got him; they've got our man."