Soon the valley was clear of men. All that remained in sight were the bunch of cattle, a small band of ponies in a rope corral, and the tepees and tents.
"I guess we're safe to go down now, and take possession of our own," said Ted.
"Don't forget that Silver Face and the young woman are in that tent," said Stella warningly. "Look out for treachery."
Without further delay the boys and Stella climbed down the mountain to where their horses were, and, mounting, rode fearlessly into the valley.
As they approached the tents the flap of one of them was pushed back and the young woman came out.
Her hand was raised for silence, and the tears were coursing down her cheeks.
"Hush!" she said. "He is dead."
"Who is dead?" asked Ted, with the greatest respect.
"Silver Face," was the answer.
"Who was he?" asked Ted.