His voice rang out in the old Moon Valley yell.
It was like a fire bell to a fireman, and brought the boys out of their beds like a shot, and they scrambled into their clothes and were in the living room with their arms in a jiffy.
In the corral a great commotion was taking place, to judge from the noise that came to them.
At the word of command they rushed through the door, and raced for the corral, turning loose the long yell.
They heard guttural shouts in the distance, and a band of ponies came through the gateway of the corral, scattering over the prairie.
Behind them rushed a band of Indians, who, seeing that there was no further occasion for silence, gave forth whoops of defiance.
Then Ted saw Sultan gallop out, and on his back was an Indian.
This was more than Ted could stand, and his rifle flew to his shoulder. There was a flash and a crash, and the Indian fell to the ground, over which he writhed in agony.
Ted whistled, and Sultan trotted to his side.
The ponies had scattered, and the corral was empty.