"Yes, we're going to camp here to-night," answered Joe.
"Me sleep, too."
Joe brought him out a substantial supper, which he ate squatted on the grass beside the wagons, and when the family settled down to their night's rest he lay down beside them with his blanket over his head.
It was long past midnight when Joe was awakened by a slight movement at his feet. He had heard no sound. Spotty was standing, his ears cocked forward, and the young Indian, motionless as a statue, stood with bow bent, an arrow in rest.
"What's the matter? What do you see?" cried Joe, springing up.
"Sh-sh!" whispered the Indian.
For a moment longer he stood, then discharged the arrow and at the same moment let loose a blood-curdling yell that roused the family and set the children to screaming.
Mr. Peniman leaped wildly to his feet.
"What is it? Where are they?" he shouted, but the young Indian laughed and snapped his fingers.
"Gone!" he said with a gesture of wide flight, "Red Snake coward. Think Big Chief come."