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."

"I don't know how we are going to manage it to-night."

"One of you can ride back to camp, and get the wagon and a lantern, and
come back for her. She ought to have better attention than I can give
her here."

"That's all right. Bud, ride back to camp and get the wagon out, and
fill it with blankets and my medicine chest, and get back here as soon
as your team will bring you."

Ben had sauntered down to where the willows were seen, and soon returned
with a big armful of wood, which he tossed upon the fire, then sat just
outside the blaze and popped away with his revolver at the little balls
of pale-green light, the wolves' eyes, which he saw floating among the
tall grass, and he always knew when he had made a bull's-eye by the
howl, and the thrashing around that followed it.

Ted sat with Stella, watching the Indian girl, who had again fallen into
a deep sleep.

"Did she say what her secret is?" asked Ted.

"No, I didn't ask her, and I don't intend to. If she wants to confide in
me, well and good, but I am not a sharer of other peoples' troubles or
secrets. I have as many of my own as I can take care of."

It was almost dawn when they heard the rumble of wagon wheels, and Bud
drove over the top of the hill, and came toward them.

"By my Aunt Hester's black cat's tail, I never had sech a time gittin' a
team hitched up as this one. It took me an hour to ketch 'em out o' ther
pony herd, and yer talks about drivers, I'd jest as soon try ter drive
two bolts o' red-hot chain lightning. But I've got all ther ginger
worked outer 'em now, an' I reckon that nigh bay will not never buck no
more."

"Now we'll see if she can be moved," said Ted. "I think we can lift her
right on the blanket on which she is lying, and into the wagon, if you
will lend a hand, Stella."

Each of the four took a corner of the blanket, and with some difficulty,
for Singing Bird suffered excruciating pain with every motion, they got
her into the wagon and started for the camp, driving slowly over the
rough ground.

It was almost daylight when they reached camp, where willing hands
helped to make the girl comfortable in a tent which Ted rigged up.

Then Ted and Stella went to work with all their surgical skill, and soon
had Singing Bird's wound properly dressed. Stella stood guard over her,