She paused abruptly, sprang to her feet, and pointed excitedly to the
high hill.

"See! See!" she cried. "Pu-kut! Pu-kut!"

Jean hastened to her side, and her eyes followed the woman's
outstretched arm. Up on the dazzling, sun-crowned peak a wreath of
smoke was ascending beyond the tops of the highest trees. It rose
straight into the air like a tall shaft ere it spread and fell in wavy,
fairy-like curls, and slowly disappeared from view.

"What is it?" the girl asked, feeling certain that it meant something
important.

"Slashers come," Kitty explained. "Sam call Injun."

"Now I understand," Jean replied, while a great fear smote her heart.
"The slashers are near, and Sam wants help; is that it?"

"A-ha-ha. Smoke call Injun."

"Will the Indians see it?"

"A-ha-ha."

"Will they know what it means?"

"Injun know."