He seized his rifle.
"Don't go," she implored, her hand on his arm. "Not at night--remember
Father Naab said not."
"Listen! I won't stand that. I'll go. Here, get in the tree--quick!"
"No--no--"
"Do as I say!" It was a command. The girl wavered. He dropped the
rifle, and swung her up. "Climb!"
"No--don't go--Jack!"
With Piute at his heels he ran out into the darkness.
VI
THE WIND IN THE CEDARS
PIUTE'S Indian sense of the advantage of position in attack stood Jack in
good stead; he led him up the ledge which overhung one end of the corral.
In the pale starlight the sheep could be seen running in bands, massing
together, crowding the fence; their cries made a deafening din.
The Indian shouted, but Jack could not understand him. A large black
object was visible in the shade of the ledge. Piute fired his carbine.
Before Jack could bring his rifle up the black thing moved into
startlingly rapid flight. Then spouts of red flame illumined the corral.
As he shot, Jack got fleeting glimpses of the bear moving like a dark
streak against a blur of white. For all he could tell no bullet took
effect.
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