“I do, of course, and I haven’t any doubt but that it was easy for Bascomb and Bernritter to find men to help them in their villainy. Don’t you think, too, that they have spies in the Three-ply camp? Some one who found out Golightly was to leave, early this morning, to meet Annie at the Phœnix station?” “Possibly. It has not been so very long, however, since Bernritter was a trusted superintendent at the camp. He must have known when Miss McGowan was expected. Armed with this knowledge, he and Bascomb laid their plans to capture the girl. They set their three masked men to watching the trail for the horses and the buckboard; and, even if McGowan himself had gone to meet the girl, instead of Golightly, the plan would have been carried out just as it was.” This smaller defile, which the scout and the girl were ascending, had many angles and turns. As the scout finished speaking, they rode around one of the turns and came upon a sight which brought them to an abrupt halt. Horror rose in the girl’s eyes, and a gasp escaped her lips. She looked at the scout. His face wore an ominous frown. Leaping out of the saddle, he hurried forward without a word. Dell likewise dismounted and hastened after him. CHAPTER XV. LITTLE CAYUSE CAUGHT. The scout’s praise of Little Cayuse was well-deserved. The lad was brave and quick-witted, and prided himself on being a warrior, on having won an eagle-feather, and on knowing how to carry out the orders of Pa-e-has-ka. Yet bravery and quick wit are not always sufficient to keep their possessor from disaster. Little Cayuse had been sent to find the Apache who had launched the arrow. This was entirely owing to the scout’s forethought, and was done before the contents of the note brought by the arrow had been read. Cayuse had not the least idea why he was to follow the Apache who had shot the arrow into the office door. He had received his orders direct from Pa-e-has-ka, however, and that was enough for him. As he crossed the rim of the valley in which lay the buildings of the Three-ply Mine, the roar of the mill-stamps was muffled by the wind, and his quick ear could distinguish a fall of hoofs from somewhere up the arroyo. To pile his little heap of quartz “float” took him but a few moments, and then he started along the arroyo at a run. If the Apache rode at speed, Cayuse knew that he would not be able to come anywhere near him. But this did not discourage the boy. He would run out the trail as far as he could, and when he gave up it would be because no one else--not even Pa-e-has-ka himself--could have followed it any farther. In his trailing, he had much better luck than he had expected. While he was dodging on along the arroyo he heard the yelp of a wolf--not of a real wolf, but an imitation by a human being.