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.
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