Without stopping to bid Lily and my aunt good-bye I hurried on, keeping my gaze on the fire, which, growing brighter as I advanced, enabled me without difficulty to direct my course for it.  The ground was tolerably even, but sloped slightly downwards in the direction I was taking.  The fire, indeed, when I first saw it, appeared to be in a hollow, or at all events at a lower elevation than that where we were standing.  I looked back once or twice, and quickly lost sight of the waggon.  So far I was satisfied that, should the people who had made the fire be Indians, they would not discover the waggon until daylight, by which time I hoped we should be able to conceal ourselves among the hills in the neighbourhood.