By dint of struggling the ponies covered the short remaining distance and, a little later, the party found itself on the summit. They were among a lot of stunted trees and straggling bushes, on top of the flat expanse that stood so high above the surrounding country. "Oh, what a view!" cried Alice, as she looked off to the west, toward the foothills and mountains. "Isn't it?" agreed Ruth. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything." "But where are the Indians?" asked Russ, who was getting his moving picture machine ready for work. "Oh, they're probably somewhere in the middle of the place," said Baldy. "It's about three miles across it, you know." They gave the horses a breathing spell, and then started slowly across the table land. There was no smoke in sight now, and as far as could be told from observation, they were alone on the plateau. "It's likely the Indians are getting ready to make their 'medicine,'" said Baldy. "Now leave everything to me. I can speak some of their lingo, so I'll do the talking. I'll tell 'em you have powerful 'medicine' in that picture machine of yours," he went on to Russ. "That may stop them from taking a notion to throw stones at it." "Would they do that?" asked the young operator. "Oh, they might--there's not much counting on what an Indian will do, especially at these ceremonies. But I'll fix it all right. Just leave it to me." Though the top of the _mesa_ was flat, it was only comparatively so. There were little hollows and ridges, and when the riders were down in some of the depressions they could not see very far ahead. They kept on, becoming more and more impressed with the wonderful view. It was a new experience for the Easterners, and they appreciated it. "I guess it's going to turn out a false alarm," Russ observed, as he shifted the weight of his camera. "No, they're here," returned Baldy, in a low voice. "How can you tell?" Alice asked. "I can hear the stamping of their ponies. They're tethered just beyond there--past that clump of trees." He pointed as he spoke, and, at the same moment, from that direction came the whinny of a pony. It was answered by Baldy's horse. "I thought so," said the cowboy, quietly. "They're here." "Good enough!" declared Russ. "Mr. Pertell will be pleased to get this film." "You haven't got it--yet," remarked Paul, significantly. A little later they passed along a trail that led to a grove of small trees, where a score or more of Indian ponies were tied. But of the Indians themselves not a sign was to be seen. "Where are they?" asked Alice. "You'll soon find out," was Baldy's reply. "They're most likely in their huts. They'll mine out in a minute." As he spoke they emerged from the clump of trees that served as a stable, and there, in an open space, were nearly a hundred rude huts, made of tree branches roughly twined together. Over some of them were cowhides, tanned with hair on, while others were covered with gaudy blankets.