much turned up, Burfield suddenly 
started and then began bundling the 
wrappings around the mummy at great 
speed. Something was serious. I stoop- 
ed to help him, and he whispered : 
“Thought I heard a noise. If the 
Indians catch us, there’ll be trouble, 
maainaicl2 
We hastily stood the mummy on 
end, head down, against the tree, and 
tried to make it look as though the 
coyotes had torn it down, after it had 
fallen within reach, as indeed they had, 
originally. Then we crawled to the 
other end of the gully, scrambled up 
the bank, and emerged unconcernedly. 
There was nothing in sight but long 
stretches of sage brush, touched here 
and there by the sun’s last gleams. We 
were much relieved. Said Burfield: 
“The Indians are mighty ugly over 
