"Yes, we'll agree to that and, if you behave, you can take your property after we clear out in the morning. Perhaps we'll go so far as to invite you to breakfast, too, in the bargain, Harkness, to show that we have no bad feelings because your pack made us have a pretty hot session to-night. So that's settled. Your gun, please." The wolf-herder handed it over, though with an ill grace. No doubt, he was what they call a "bad man" down in the Southwest, and this thing of being made a prisoner by a parcel of half-grown boys, as it seemed, galled him greatly. After that he dropped down near the fire, clasped both arms about his knees and stared moodily into the flames. "Jack, seems to me you've outstayed the time limit we set," Ned suggested, after taking a quick look up to where the moon was sailing through a star-decked sky; for scouts early learn to tell time from the positions of heavenly bodies, and the setting of a star will be almost as sure an indication that a certain hour has arrived as though a watch had been consulted. "Oh! well, I thought you seemed to be sleeping so sound that I'd let it run on a little," the other made answer, for Jack was as generous as they make boys, "and then, you see, I got interested watching _him_ come creeping along like a snake, stopping every minute to examine one of the dead wolves, and saying something to himself each time, like he kept getting madder and madder." "Well, I'm going on duty now, Jack, so just crawl over to your blanket and turn in," said Ned, in his quiet but positive way. Amos was hovering near him at the time, as though he wanted to say a few words on the sly. He found the chance when Ned sat down, also leaning against the same tree that had supported the other vidette. "I wouldn't think too much about hurtin' the feelings of that old mule-skinner if I was you, Ned," the kid cow-puncher went on to say, "he ain't near so mad as he puts on. Why, if it hadn't been for you and the rest, he'd never got a single pelt of all that pack. They were free and would a got clear away, if we hadn't rounded the same up here. Fifteen hides, and as many scalps, he gets, without wasting his ammunition. He's putting on--that's what. But keep an eye out for him, Ned. That was a smart trick to take his gun away; but you've only scotched the snake, not killed it." Ned promised that he would watch the wolf-herder closely and not allow him to make any sort of suspicious move. "I don't think he means to try any funny business, though," he added. "You see he stands to lose all his pelts if he pulls his freight and gives us the good-bye sign. And with five against him, the odds are too big; for a boy with a rifle can be just as dangerous as a full-grown man." It was somewhere near one o'clock at the time of the alarm. The moon was high up in the heavens and even starting down her road toward the western horizon.