"I wonder whether Indians snore," added Fred, a moment later.

"I can't hear him breathe, and yet his chest seems to rise and sink, just as regular as anybody's." Some ten minutes' more waiting brought the boy to the second crisis in his perilous undertaking.

With another ejaculated prayer he crept out from the rock, and moved toward the "feast," as he believed it to be.
He knew where the fragments lay, and, heading in that direction, he moved carefully forward, while he kept his eyes fixed upon that dreaded red-skin, who certainly seemed a remiss sentinel when in an enemy's country.

Only a few feet interposed, and these were speedily passed over, and Fred stretched out his hand to lay it upon what seemed the greatest prize of his life.
So, indeed, it proved.
The Kiowas, at some time during the day, had cooked some antelope meat by that very campfire, and had scattered the remnants all round.

The first thing which Fred grasped was a bone, upon which still remained considerable half-cooked meat.