I just shot at one of them in the bush!" But Obed was up already, running toward the alarmed horses, his blankets under one arm and his rifle under the other.

Ned followed, and, in an instant, they were on their horses with their arms and stores.

From the next swell behind them came a patter of shots, and, for the second time, the war cry.

But the two were now galloping northward at full speed.
"Good work, Ned, my lad," cried Obed.

"I didn't have time to see what you shot, but I heard the yell and I knew it must have been a Lipan." "He was stalking us, a scout, I suppose, and I just got a glimpse of him behind a yucca.