Vipan, stretched at full length beside the camp fire, smoking his long Indian pipe, looked the very picture of languid repose. Yet his thoughts were in a whirl. Why had he come there?--why the devil had he stayed? The hour was late--late, that is, for those destined to rise at the first glimmer which should tell of the rising dawn--and sundry shapes rolled in blankets, whence emanated snores, betokened that most of the denizens of the encampment were sleeping the sleep of the healthy and the just. The murmur of voices, however, with now and then an airy feminine laugh from the Winthrops' side of the corral, told that some at any rate were keeping late hours. "Say, Bill, I conclude I'll git from here." No change of expression came into the speaker's face. Nor did he even glance at him addressed. The words seem to escape him as the natural and logical outcome of a train of thought. "Right, old pard. I'm with you there. Where'll you light out for?" "I think I'll go to Red Cloud's village and see what's on. Perhaps look in upon Sitting Bull or Mahto-sapa on the way." "There I ain't with you," answered the scout decisively. "Better leave the reds alone just now. Haven't you been shooting 'em down like jack-rabbits around here, and won't they now be bustin' with murderation to take your hair? No, no." "May be. But I want a change, anyway. So I'm for looking up that _placer_ on upper Burntwood Creek. The troops won't molest us this time, because all the miners'll have left. Besides all available cavalry will be told off against Sitting Bull." "It's strange that Mr Vipan hasn't been near us all day," Mrs Winthrop was saying. "But I suppose he'll clear out as suddenly as he came. These Western men are queer folks, and that's a fact." "Vipan isn't a Western man," answered the Major, thoughtfully. "And it's my private opinion he could give a queer account of himself if he chose. Sometimes I could swear he had been in the Service. However that's his business, not ours." "Well, he might be a little more open with us, anyway, considering the time we have been together." "Just over a week." "That's as long as a year out here. But I shall be sorry when he does leave us--very sorry." "May I hope that remark will apply to me, Mrs Winthrop?" said a voice out of the gloom, as its owner stepped within the firelight circle. "It's odd how things dovetail, for as a matter of fact I strolled across for the purpose of taking leave." "Oh, how you startled me!" she cried. "Of taking leave? Surely you are not going to leave us yet, Mr Vipan? Why, we hoped you would accompany us home, and stay awhile, and have a good time generally. You really can't go yet. Fred--Yseulte--tell him we won't allow it." "Why, most certainly, we won't," began the former, heartily. "Come, Vipan--your time's your own, you know, and you may just as well do some hunting out our way as anywhere else."