We'll divide it up with everybody in the mohnin'," suggested the
Texan, "with a double allowance fo' the children and the women."

The wagon men were so furious at Modoc's selfishness that they could
have torn him to pieces. Kid Wolf, however, prevented the trouble that
was brewing.

"Every one to their blankets, men," he said. "We can't affohd to fight
among ouahselves just now."

When the camp was asleep again, he took up his lonely vigil. The night
was pitch black, without moon or stars. A wind whispered softly across
the great Llano.

Suddenly The Kid's attention was attracted by something on the western
horizon. It seemed to be in the sky--a faint red glow, across which
shadows appeared to move like phantoms. Like a picture from the ghost
world, it flickered for a few minutes like heat lightning, then
disappeared, leaving the night as dark as before. It was a night
mirage, and something more than an optical illusion. It was a rare
thing on the plain. The Kid knew that it meant something. That glow
was the reflection in the sky of a camp fire! Those shadows were men!
The Texan quickly told his sentinels.

"I'm ridin' out to see what it is," he said. "Keep a close watch while
I'm gone. I'm on a little scoutin' pahty of mah own. It might be that
Quiroz has followed me--which I doubt. And it might be--The Terror!"

Mounting Blizzard, he was quickly swallowed up in the darkness.

CHAPTER V

THE CAMP OF THE TERROR

Kid Wolf knew that the camp fire was many miles away. He gave his
horse just a touch of the spur--that was always enough for
Blizzard--and they proceeded to split the wind. The horse was as
sure-footed as a cat, and was not an animal to step into a prairie-dog
hole, even on a black night. Blizzard had ample rest and water, and
was never fresher. He ran like a greyhound.

Kid Wolf never forgot that gallop across the Llano by night. It was
like running full tilt against an ever-opening velvet curtain. He
could hardly see his horse's head.

Blizzard's hoofs pounded on and on across the level plateau. Miles
disappeared under his flying feet, while Kid's keen eyes were fastened
on the horizon ahead. Finally he made out an orange glow--a light that
changed to a redder and redder hue until it became a point of fire.
The Texan approached it rapidly, more and more cautious.

That was no small camp! Many men were around that flickering fire.
Kid Wolf dismounted, whispering fo