He had hardly time to conceal himself, and Grizzly was certain that he had him.
All the same, however, the cowman made a miscalculation.

When he wheeled Cap about to run down the daring redskin he was nowhere to be seen.

There were no trees near, but there were boulders, rocks and depressions, with the rich grass everywhere, and the dusky thief was as safe as if beyond the Assinaboine, in British territory.
"I'm glad of it," thought Weber, a moment later; "a redskin that can show such a performance as that desarves to save his scalp." In the dizzying flurry Grizzly had no time to think of his companion, who had enough to attend to his own matters.

He now looked around for him, but he, too, was invisible.
"I wonder whether he got his horse back, for Dick must have been stole, the same as was Cap." And, grateful for having regained possession of his horse, he patted the silken neck of the noble animal.
Grizzly's years of experience with cattle apprised him of a gratifying truth.

The course of the stampeded herd was changing.