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had been
thrust in him.
"By George! I heard something then!" he exclaimed, in an excited undertone, looking
sharply about him; "but I don't know where it came from."
His impression was that it came from some point directly before him out on the open
space; but the most rigid scrutiny failed to reveal the cause. There was the level stretch of
grass, unbroken by stone or shrub, but nothing that could be tortured into the remotest
resemblance to a human figure.
"It can't be there," he muttered; "or if it was, it do n't amount--"

His senses were aroused to the highest pitch, and he was all attention.
Just as the thoughts were running through his head, he caught the slightest possible rustle
from some point behind him. He turned his head like lightning, and looked and listened.
He could dimly discern the open moonlit space to which reference has already been made;
but the intervening trees and undergrowth prevented anything like a satisfactory view.
"There's where it seemed to come from," he said, to himself; "and yet I do n't see how an
Indian could have got there without our finding it out. Maybe it was n't anything, after
all."
lIe waited and listened awhile longer, but no more. Anxious to learn what it all meant, he
began a cautious movement toward the open space, for the purpose of finding out.
CHAPTER IV
FACING LONE WOLF
Fred's few weeks spent in crossing the plains on his way to the valley of the Rio Pecos
had taught him much of the ways of the Indians, and he knew that if any of the scamps
were in his immediate neighborhood, it would be almost impossible for him to stir from
his position by the tree without betraying himself. The lad half suspected that the sound
was made by some wild animal that was stealing through the wood, or what was more
likely, that it was no more than a falling leaf; but, whatever it was, he was determined to
learn if the thing were among the possibilities.
A veteran Comanche, himself, could not have picked his way through the undergrowth
any better than did he; and, when at last he stood upon the edge of the open space and
looked around, he was morally certain that no other creature was aware of his movement.
Nor was he aware of the action of the other party, if there was really such a one, which
had been the means of bringing him thither. If some wild animal or wild Indian were
lurking in the vicinity, he knew how to remain invisible.
"I'll stay here a little while--"
Fred at that moment was looking at the cottonwood tree, which, it will be remembered,
had been felled directly across the opening, when, to his speechless terror, the figure of
an Indian warrior suddenly rose upright from behind it, and stood as motionless as a
statue. His action indicated that he was not aware that any one was standing so near him.
He had probably crept up to the log behind which he crouched, until, believing he was
not in danger of being seen, he arose to his feet and assumed the attitude of one who was
using his eyes and ears to their utmost extent.
He was of ordinary stature, without any blanket, his long, black hair hanging loosely
down upon his shoulders, his scarred and ugly countenance daubed and smeared with
different colored paint, his chest bare, and ornamented in the same fashion, a knife at his
girdle, and a long, formidable rifle in his hand--such were the noticeable characteristics,

to a superficial observer, of Lone Wolf, the Apache chief--for the Indian confronting Fred
Munson was really he, and no one else.
The lad suspected the identity of the red-skin, although, having never seen him, it
amounted only to a suspicion. No matter who he was, however, he was prepared for him.
The Apache showed his usual cunning. He was evidently attempting to steal upon the
sentinels, and, having risen to his feet, he remained motionless and upright, listening for
any sign that might betray any motion of the individuals whom he was seeking to slay, as
does the assassin at night.
"He must have been after me, for he is right behind where I stood," thought the boy, as he
grasped his rifle more firmly than ever, resolved to fire upon the wretch the moment he
attempted to advance.
Lone Wolf stood but a minute in the position described, when, seemingly, he was
satisfied that the way was clear, and, throwing one moccasin on the trunk, he climbed
over as silently as a shadow, and stood again holt upright upon the other side. This
brought the Indian and boy within ten feet of each