began carefully to remove every twig from his path
so that his feet might rest only upon the deep leafy mold of the
forest. Carefully Cameron followed his example, and, working slowly and
painfully, they gained the cover of the dark forest away from the circle
of the firelight.

Scarcely had they reached that shelter when an Indian rose from beside
a fire, raked the embers together, and threw some sticks upon it. As
Cameron stood watching him, his heart-beat thumping in his ears, a
rotten twig snapped under his feet. The Indian turned his face in their
direction, and, bending forward, appeared to be listening intently.
Instantly Jerry, stooping down, made a scrambling noise in the leaves,
ending with a thump upon the ground. Immediately the Indian relaxed his
listening attitude, satisfied that a rabbit was scurrying through the
forest upon his own errand bent. Rigidly silent they stood, watching him
till long after he had lain down again in his place, then once more they
began their painful advance, clearing treacherous twigs from every place
where their feet should rest. Fortunately for their going the forest
here was largely free from underbrush. Working carefully and painfully
for half an hour, and avoiding the trail by the Ghost River, they made
their way out of hearing of the camp and then set off at such speed as
their path allowed, Jerry in the lead and Cameron following.

"Where are you going, Jerry?" inquired Cameron as the little half-breed,
without halt or hesitation, went slipping through the forest.

"Kananaskis," said Jerry. "Strike trail near Bow Reever."

"Hold up for a moment, Jerry. I want to talk to you," said Cameron.

"No! Mak' speed now. Stop in brush."

"All right," said Cameron, following close upon his heels.

The morning broadened into day, but they made no pause till they had
left behind them the open timber and gained the cover of the forest
where the underbrush grew thick. Then Jerry, finding a dry and sheltered
spot, threw himself down and stretched himself at full length waiting
for Cameron's word.

"Tired, Jerry?" said Cameron.

"Non," replied the little man scornfully. "When lie down tak' 'em easy."

"Good! Now listen! Copperhead is on his way to meet the Blackfeet, but
I fancy he is going to be disappointed." Then Cameron narrated to Jerry
the story of his recent interview with Crowfoot. "So I don't think," he
concluded, "any Blackfeet will come. Copperhead and Running Stream