"How did you find it out?"
"A half-dozen hostiles fired several times at the house, and then, as if they feared they were not strong enough to capture us and burn the cabin, rode off for help."
"They are hardly out of sight now; they gave me half a dozen shots, and I had a short chase with them. But you are off the trail."
"And so are you," said his father.
"Which is a mighty good thing for us both. You had to abandon everything?"
"Of course; I have no doubt though," added the father grimly, "that the Indians will look after the live stock for us."
"Whom do you suppose I saw?" asked Brinton, turning to his mother and sister.
"A big bear?" ventured Edith from the depths of her wrappings.
"No; he was an old friend of yours—Wolf Ear, who used to come to our house and have such good times with you."
The excited child flung her arms about in the effort to free herself of the encumbering wrappings.