Perhaps the horses take fright and run on their ropes.
[Illustration: ROPING A GRIZZLY.

(By C.M.

Russell.)] You get up to soothe them and find them in a lather of sweat and scared to a tremble.

What they saw, or, like men, imagined they saw or heard in the black darkness, you cannot tell.

Still you are in an Indian country and perhaps thirty miles from anywhere.