For all answer the scout rose to his feet, placed a rough screen of antelope hide in front of the fire, and, cautiously opening the door, peered forth into the night. A whirl of keen, biting wind, fraught with particles of frozen snow which stung the face like quail-shot, swept round the hut, filling it with smoke from the smouldering pine-logs; then both men stepped outside, closing the door behind them. No, assuredly no man, red or white, would willingly be abroad that night. The icy blast, to which exposure--benighted on the open plain-- meant, to the inexperienced, certain death, was increasing in violence, and even in the sheltered spot where the two men stood it was hardly bearable for many minutes at a time. The night, though tempestuous, was not blackly dark, and now and again as the snow-scud scattered wildly before the wind, the mountain side opposite would stand unveiled; each tall crag towering up, a threatening fantastic shape, its rocky front dark against the driven whiteness of its base. And mingling with the roaring of the great pines and the occasional thunder of masses of snow dislodged from their boughs would be borne to the listeners' ears, in eerie chorus, the weird dismal howling of wolves. It was a scene of indescribable wildness and desolation, that upon which these two looked forth from their winter cabin in the lonely heart of the Black Hills. But, beyond the gruesome cry of ravening beasts and the shriek of the gale, there came no sound, nothing to tell of the presence or movements of man more savage, more merciless than they. "Snakes! but I can't be out of it!" muttered the scout, as once more within their warm and cosy shanty they secured the door behind them. "Smokestack Bill ain't the boy to be out of it over a matter of an Indian yelp. And he can tell a Sioux yelp from a Cheyenne yelp, and a Kiowa yelp from a Rapaho yelp, with a store-full of Government corn-sacks over his head, and the whole lot from a blasted wolfs yelp, he can. And at any distance, too." "I think you _are_ out of it, Bill, all the same;" answered his companion. "If only that, on the face of things, no consideration of scalps or plunder, or even she-captives, would tempt the reds to face this little blow to-night." "Well, well! I don't say you're wrong, Vipan. You've served your Plainscraft to some purpose, you have. But if what I heard wasn't the war-whoop somewhere--I don't care how far--why then I shall begin to believe in what the Sioux say about these here mountains." "What do they say?" "Why, they say these mountains are chock full of ghosts--spirits of their chiefs and warriors who have been scalped after death, and are kept snoopin' around here because they can't get into the Happy Hunting-Grounds. However, we're all right here, and 'live or dead, the Sioux buck 'd have to reckon with a couple of Winchester rifles, who tried to make us otherwise."