Hidden by the curtains, they stood looking out on the snow-covered plain.
"Hist!" It was Clay trying to attract Ted's attention.
Ted went swiftly to his side.
"What's that down by the corral?" whispered Clay.
Ted looked sharply.
"It's the Indians," said Ted. "They're trying to steal our horses. Sultan knows what he's about. Come on, we'll have to rush them."
Ted heard a rustling noise behind him and turned.
It was Stella, fully dressed, and with her rifle resting in the hollow of her arm.
"I heard Sultan, too," she said. "We'll have to hurry if we're going to save the horses."
"You go back to bed," said Ted. "Yi-yi-yipee!"