It was past midnight, as Ted could tell by the stars, for he was not
asleep, although feigning to be.
He lay facing the place where Woofer was circled up in his blankets,
when he saw the cow-puncher raise his head cautiously, not more than an
inch or two, and look around.
Ted closed his eyelids to a mere crack, for the light from the fire
shone on his face, and in that position watched Woofer's movements.
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.
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