and called Lander after him. Then he fixed the flap in place.
"It's hot and stuffy," complained Lander, feeling about and locating a buffalo-robe and sitting down.
"Just remember my orders. Don't show fight till I give the word," quietly replied Bridger.
Now the noise by the river increased in volume. Bridged informed:
"Some of the bucks have fetched liquor from Fort Union."
The two sat and waited while the bedlam drew nearer. Lander was puzzled in following the course of the hideous chorus. It would sweep toward them, then lessen in intensity, only to pass to one side with renewed volume. Bridger lighted his pipe and explained:
"They're feasting from lodge to lodge, giving rum to each tent and asking the people to join 'em. They'll be here by 'n' by."
"And shall we wait?"
"Best thing to do. Fetch in some of the dry wood. I'll make a fire an' open the smoke-hole. Leave the flap back. We'll give 'em a chance to see."
All this was bewildering to Lander, but if Jim
