"Oh, Alice may have it!" exclaimed Ruth, generously.
"Then I'll get another for you," offered Flaming Arrow. "They usually travel in pairs, and the mate of this one is sure to be around somewhere. I'll get him."
Later the Indian did get another wildcat, whether or not the mate of the first one he shot could not be determined; but, at any rate, Ruth and Alice each received a handsome fur rug for their room.
The sound of the shots brought up the others of the moving picture company, and Paul turned rather pale when he realized the danger Alice had been in.
"Why didn't you call for help?" he asked.
"We didn't need to. Flaming Arrow was right on the spot when he was needed," replied Alice.
"I happened to be out on a little hunting trip," the Indian explained, "and I saw the wildcat sneak in this thicket. I did not see the girls, though, until just as it was about to jump on them. Then I fired."
"And just in time, too," declared Ruth. "Oh, if that beast had ever jumped on me I don't know what I'd have done!"
"They're pretty bad scratchers," said Flaming Arrow. "I was clawed by one once, and I carry the scars yet."
"Will you be able to go on with the play?" asked Mr. Pertell of the girls, when he had heard the story.