The ponies had been tethered some distance from where the prize was tied, the dogs being placed with the ponies so that they might not be disturbed by the captive during the night and thus keep the camp awake with their barks and growls.
After a time all hands went to bed, crawling into their blankets, where they were soon fast asleep. Late in the night Nance sat up. He thought he had heard the lion growl. Stepping to the door of the tent he listened. Not a sound could be heard save the mysterious whisperings of the Canyon. Jim went back to bed, not to awaken until the sun was up on the following morning.
Tad Butler, hearing the guide rise after daylight, turned out at the same time. Tad stepped outside, his first thought being for the captive. The Pony Rider boy's eyes grew large as he gazed at the tree where the cat had been left the evening before. There was no lion there.
"Hey, Mr. Nance, did you move the cat?"
"No. Why?"
"He isn't where we left him last night."
"What?" Nance was out on the jump. "Sure as you're alive he's gone.
Now doesn't that beat all?"
Tad had hurried over to the place where he stood gloomily surveying the scene.
"I wonder where the rope and wire are?"
"That's so. He must have carried the whole business with him."