Woofer was very sly and cautious. Ted had observed that he had ostentatiously pulled off his boots when he lay down. Now he could see by the movements of the blankets that he was pulling them on again out of sight. "That fellow is going to get up in a minute," thought Ted, "and I think I know just what he is going to do." He had not long to wait, for presently Woofer crawled out of his blankets on the far side, and began to wriggle away on his belly, like a snake. Ted still kept his eyes upon him. Once Woofer stopped and looked back to see if his escape from camp had been observed, or if any one was stirring. Ted had not moved, and apparently was as sound asleep as ever. Reassured that no one had seen him leave his blankets, Woofer proceeded until he was without the radius of the camp fire's glow, when he rose to an upright position. But Ted could still follow him by the starlight. Evidently believing himself safe, Woofer did not again look around, but walked slowly and silently toward the tents, which were plainly to be seen about fifty feet distant from the fire. The tent in which the Indian girl was sleeping was farther from the fire than that occupied by Mrs. Graham and her two charges. Ted had slipped from his blankets at the moment when Woofer rose to his feet, and was creeping along, close to the ground paralleling Woofer's progress, but about twenty feet to the left. Woofer arrived at the Indian girl's shelter and stopped, and seemed to be listening. This gave Ted time to creep nearer. He saw the cow-puncher lift the flap of the tent and look within, still listening carefully for anything that would tell him that Singing Bird was awake. Ted was not more than ten feet away when Woofer disappeared. He had entered the tent. Suddenly from within it there came a muffled cry, then the tent began to pitch and toss. Evidently a savage struggle was going on within. But it was all so silent that had Ted not been within striking distance of it, he would not have heard anything of it. Suddenly the tent flew apart, and Woofer appeared, carrying in his arms the insensible form of the Indian girl. Woofer was a very powerful man, and he ran swiftly from the tent bearing the girl in his arms as if she were a child. Ted dashed after him. It did not occur to him to raise an alarm. But as swiftly as he ran, Woofer had the better of him, for a few strides took him out of Ted's sight. Ted stopped and listened, blaming himself for not closing with Woofer sooner. Not a sound of Woofer's retreat came to his ears. Suddenly he heard a nicker at his elbow almost, and looked around. It was Sultan, who had smelled him, and had come to him, and was now rubbing his velvety nose against Ted's sleeve. In an inspiration Ted leaped upon his back, and caught the headstall, which he always left on Sultan when he turned him loose in the night so that he could get him in a hurry should there be a night alarm of any sort.