They went more cautiously now, crawling forward on their hands and
knees. Ted, in advance, soon threw up his hand and lay flat on the
rocks, and Bud crawled to his side.
They found themselves looking down into a circular little valley, in
reality a hole in the wall of the mountain.
Several camp fires were burning here and there, and about fifty Indians
and white men were lounging about.
Near the rear wall was a small tent, before which sat a fat old squaw.
As Ted was looking, the flap of the tent was pushed aside, and Ted
clutched Bud's arm, for Stella had come forth, and stood looking up at
the sky.
"By Jove, if we could only attract her attention," muttered Ted.
"It would help her a lot if she knew we were so close to her," said Bud.
The glare from the fires flaring upward fell full upon their faces, and
they knew that if she looked in their direction she would not fail to
see them.
They saw her cast her eyes all around the sky, and in their direction.
Ted dared not make a noise, but he nodded his head several times so that
she would know who it was, should she chance to see him.
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