The campfire had burned rather low, so that objects a short distance away were indistinct.

He saw that the horses were huddled together and had their heads turned toward a clump of bushes at one side of the shelter.
"Something must be over yonder," reasoned the youth.

"Wonder if I had better arouse the others ?" He looked at Dave and Roger.

Both were sleeping so peacefully Phil hated to disturb them.

He reached for his gun and looked out again.
There was a brushing aside of the clump of bushes and a pair of eyes glared forth, glistening brightly in the firelight.