Where but to the rendezvous of the band of the Gray Wolves?
He straightened up and looked to his revolvers, and then the wolf slunk around a bend on the cliff's side and walked into a cave.
Ted followed him closely, and stopped in the entrance in amazement. Just within sat Mowbray propped against the side wall, his face drawn and haggard, his eyes half glazed with approaching death.
But he stirred as Ted appeared, and groped about for his revolver.
"Stop!" cried Ted. "The game's up!"
Mowbray's hand dropped weakly by his side, as the wolf slunk to him and licked his face, at which the dying man raised his arm and placed it around the neck of the king of the pack, the most savage wolf in Arizona.
Ted could not but respect this strange exhibition of animal affection, so unusual.
There was a moaning cry from the depths of the cave, and Ted dismounted and went in to see what had caused it.
Chained to a rock he found the emaciated body of the Jap, Ban Joy, whom he suspected of being the murderer of Helen Mowbray. Here was luck. The wolf had led him to the two men whom he most wanted to capture.
"Now, Joy, I want you to tell me the truth," said Ted, when he had released the Japanese. "Did you murder Miss Mowbray, and why did you do it?"