When the wolves came close to the camp she fired her revolver at them, and drove them away. The hours passed silently, Stella rising occasionally to replenish the fire and look at Singing Bird, who seemed to be sleeping. As a matter of fact, the young Indian, who had been reared out-of-doors, and was perfectly healthy, was recovering rapidly from her wound, although had it not been for Stella she would probably not have survived the night, for what the chill night air would not have done the wolves would have finished. It was long past midnight when out of the west rose a clear, welcome shout that sounded as the sweetest music to her ear, the Moon Valley yell, and she answered it, while the Indian girl sat up and smiled at her. They had been found at last. CHAPTER XXX. "THE WOOFER" APPEARS. Presently Stella heard the clatter of many pony hoofs on the turf, then a succession of yells, and Ted, Ben, and Bud galloped into the circle of light made by her fire. "Hello, what have we here?" asked Ted, riding up and flinging himself from the saddle. "I found this Indian girl, Singing Bird, daughter of Cloud Chief, lying here with a wound in her breast that would have killed an ordinary mortal, but I think she is getting better." "We got worried about you when you did not return for supper, and started out to find you. If we hadn't seen the reflection of your fire against the sky we would have passed you by. How did this happen?" "She tells me she is the squaw of Running Bear, with whom you had an argument at the beef issue." "Yes, I remember him. What about him? Why is he not here to take care of his wife?" "He shot her and left her here to die, because he was tired of her, and, she says, because she would not reveal to him a secret." "He certainly is a precious scoundrel, and deserves worse than I gave him, and if I ever meet him again I won't do a thing to him." "But we must get this girl to a camp where she can be cared for, Ted. It is cruel to leave her here on the cold ground when she can have a cot and plenty of blankets." "I don't know how we are going to manage it to-night." "One of you can ride back to camp, and get the wagon and a lantern, and come back for her. She ought to have better attention than I can give her here." "That's all right. Bud, ride back to camp and get the wagon out, and fill it with blankets and my medicine chest, and get back here as soon as your team will bring you." Ben had sauntered down to where the willows were seen, and soon returned with a big armful of wood, which he tossed upon the fire, then sat just outside the blaze and popped away with his revolver at the little balls of pale-green light, the wolves' eyes, which he saw floating among the tall grass, and he always knew when he had made a bull's-eye by the howl, and the thrashing around that followed it. Ted sat with Stella, watching the Indian girl, who had again fallen into a deep sleep. "Did she say what her secret is?" asked Ted.