Dale appeared busy around the camp-fire.

As Helen watched the hunter she saw him pause in his task, turn his ear to listen, and then look expectantly.

And at that juncture a shout pealed from the forest.
Helen recognized Roy's voice.

Then she heard a splashing of water, and hoof-beats coming closer.

With that the buckskin mustang trotted into camp, carrying Roy.
"Bad mornin' for ducks, but good for us," he called.
"Howdy, Roy!" greeted Dale, and his gladness was unmistakable.