From far away came the soft but clear call of a bugle.
"The troops!" cried Ted, springing to his feet. "The cavalry is coming from Fort Sill. This thing will soon be over now."
He and Stella went to the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley, and far away saw a dark mass, in the midst of which they caught the flash of the rising sun on polished swords and carbines, and a gleam of color from the flag that fluttered in the fresh morning breeze.
The Indians in the hole had heard the bugle also, and now there was confusion indescribable. On came the troops, and Ted and Stella went down to meet them.
Captain Hendry was in command, and it did not take him long to get in possession of the facts.
"So you've got them bottled up, eh?" he said to Ted.
"Yes; all you have to do is to make them surrender," answered Ted.
"Which I don't think will be such an easy thing."
"I don't think you'll have any trouble about it. Come with me, and bring a firing squad of your men."
The captain gave the order, and followed Ted to where he could look down into the hole.