At the camp they remounted, and, having to ride double where Bud and Stella were concerned, made but slow progress.
But the trail was broad and good, and they made good time as compared with a slow cattle drive.
Early in the afternoon Ted became conscious, in that remarkable way of his, that not far ahead some one was on the trail.
Stella was riding behind him, for the boys had taken turns in carrying her so as not to burden any one horse too much, and he transferred her to Kit's pony, and, telling the boys to move forward slowly, rode on ahead to scout.
Ted wanted to see for himself this wonderful Silver Face, who was impervious to bullets, and who could fire them from his chest with no apparent effort on his own part.
Ted was also affected as the others had been who had seen him; that is, by the mystery of the creature.
He had ridden quite a distance ahead of the party, and had just entered into the pass of a cañon which seemed to broaden out into a respectable valley farther on, when he was brought to a halt by the scream of a rifle ball close to his head.
This was warning enough, and he scurried into the shelter of a huge rock that jutted from the cañon wall.
In a few minutes he emerged from it and rode back over the trail.
When the party came up with him he told them of the shot.