Reassured that no one had seen him leave his blankets, Woofer proceeded until he was without the radius of the camp fire's glow, when he rose to an upright position.
But Ted could still follow him by the starlight.
Evidently believing himself safe, Woofer did not again look around, but walked slowly and silently toward the tents, which were plainly to be seen about fifty feet distant from the fire.
The tent in which the Indian girl was sleeping was farther from the fire than that occupied by Mrs. Graham and her two charges.
Ted had slipped from his blankets at the moment when Woofer rose to his feet, and was creeping along, close to the ground paralleling Woofer's progress, but about twenty feet to the left.
Woofer arrived at the Indian girl's shelter and stopped, and seemed to be listening.
This gave Ted time to creep nearer.
He saw the cow-puncher lift the flap of the tent and look within, still listening carefully for anything that would tell him that Singing Bird was awake.
Ted was not more than ten feet away when Woofer disappeared.
He had entered the tent.