At the moment of obeying, the Sioux glanced at the lad who had thus turned the tables on him. The expression of his face was frightful. Ferocious hate, thirst for revenge and flaming anger shone through the coat of paint and were concentrated on the younger of the youths. Fred saw it and cared not, but Jack was so alarmed that he almost wished his comrade would fire his weapon and thus shut out the fruition of the horrible threat that gleamed through that look. It lasted, however, but an instant. Much in the same manner as in the grove, when caught at a disadvantage by Jack Dudley, the Sioux walked off and was quickly lost to view. Neither of the boys spoke for several minutes. Then Jack asked, in an awed voice: "Did you see his face when he turned toward you just before walking away?" "Yes; and I have seen handsomer ones." "You may make light of it, Fred, but I was much nearer than you, and that expression will haunt me for many a day and night to come." To the astonishment of the elder, Fred began laughing, as if he found it all very amusing. Jack, in surprise, asked the cause of his mirth. "If Motoza had only known the truth! There isn't a cartridge either in the magazine or the chamber of my rifle, which reminds me." And still laughing, the younger proceeded to fill the magazine from his belt and to put his Winchester in condition for immediate use. "We have been told many times, Jack, that the first thing to do after firing a gun is to reload, and I see how much more important it is here than at home." When Jack came to examine his weapon he found a half-dozen cartridges remaining in the magazine, and he, too, placed the weapon in the best form for use. They changed their position, returning to the spot where the crisis had taken place with the grizzly, for both felt some misgiving concerning the Sioux, who could not be far off. "Jack, what about the feelings of Motoza _now_?" "It begins to look as if Hank was right. I am sure the Indian doesn't hold much friendship for either of us. He is bad clean through." "He may have some regard for _you_, but there wasn't much tender affection in the last lingering look he gave _me_." Jack shuddered. "I never saw anything like it. If he had had the power he would have killed you with that look. I feel like urging Hank, when we next see him, to make a change of quarters." "Why?" "That we may find some section where we are not likely to meet Motoza again. I don't understand why so many Indians are off the reservation. There must be a number of them that are friends of Motoza, and they will try some other trick on us." "He has tried one or two already," replied Fred, much less impressed with the danger than his friend. "True, we have had remarkably good fortune, but it can't last. Motoza will learn to be more cunning next time." "If you feel that way, Jack, the best thing for us to do is to go home." "Your words are hardly worthy of you, Fred," replied Jack, hurt at the slur.