Mike and I were generally kept apart; but we occasionally found opportunities for meeting, when we did not fail to discuss plans for escaping.  We were, however, too narrowly watched to allow at present of any of them being feasible: wherever we went, an Indian, apparently appointed for the purpose, had his eye on us.  Had we managed to mount any of the horses tethered near the lodges or feeding around, we should have been immediately tracked and followed.  Still, it kept up our spirits to talk of what we would do.  We were not otherwise ill-treated, and were amply supplied with dried buffalo meat.  Sometimes the hunters brought in a deer or a bear; but as there was always on such occasions a grand feast, the fresh meat did not last long.