'It's a good place and it's a bad one,' replied the trapper, who had not yet made up his mind upon the point. They inquired what he meant by calling it a bad place. 'Ef a lot of the varmints should find we're hyar, don't you see what a purty fix they'd have us in?' 'It would be something like the same box in which we caught them in Wolf Ravine,' said young Brainerd. 'Jist the same, perzactly.' 'Not the same, either,' said Hopkins; 'we've got a better chance of getting out than they had. We can jump into the wagon and travel, while they can't; there's the difference.' 'S'pose they git down thar ahead of us, how ar' we goin' to git away from them then? 'Run over them.' 'Don't know whether the younker has fixed he engine so it'll run over' the skunks, ef it doesn't run up hill.' 'It can be made to do that, I think,' laughed young Brainerd. 'Afore we stay hyar, I'll take a look round to make sure that thar's some show for us.' The trapper ascended the bank, and, while his companions were occupied in their preparations for encamping, he examined the whole horizon and intervening space, so far as the human eye was capable of doing it. Finding nothing suspicious, he announced to his companions that they would remain where they were until morning. CHAPTER XIX. THE DOINGS OF A NIGHT. IT WAS soon found that the camping ground possessed another advantage which, during the discussion, had been altogether overlooked. During the afternoon they had shot a fine-looking antelope, cooking a portion at the time upon the prairie. A goodly portion was left, and they now had an opportunity of kindling their fire without the liability of its being seen, as would have been the case had they encamped in any other place. This being agreed to, the fire was speedily kindled, and the trapper himself began the culinary performance. It was executed with the characteristic excellence of the hunter, and a luscious meal was thus provided for all. At its conclusion, all stretched themselves upon the ground for the purpose of smoking and chatting, as was their usual custom at such times. The evening whiled pleasantly away, and when it had considerably advanced, the question of who should act as sentinel was discussed. Up to this, young Brainerd had never once performed that duty at night, although he had frequently solicited the privilege. He now-asked permission to try his hand. After considerable talk it was agreed that he might do. The trapper had lost so much sleep, that he was anxious to secure a good night's rest, and the careful scrutiny which he had taken of the surrounding prairie convinced him that no danger threatened. So he felt little apprehension in acceding to the wish of the boy.