He was so near the margin that his view on the right was comparatively unobstructed.

Occasionally he caught sight of a horseman in the distance, but the majority of the red-skins were in other directions.
Now and then the crack of a rifle broke the stillness, which was so perfect that he distinctly caught the sound of the hoofs of the mustangs, as they whirled and spun hither and thither.
When one is placed in such a position as was Fred, his imagination is sure to be very active, and, time and again, he was sure that he heard the stealthy tread of a moccasin upon the leaves below.

All this, however, was not imagination; for he had not been on his perch more than half an hour, when, peering downward through the leaves, he saw the unmistakable figure of an Indian, gliding along in the stealthy manner peculiar to that race.

The heart of the lad throbbed violently, and he grasped the limb more tightly, watching every movement of the red-skin.
"He must be looking for me," was his thought.

"He saw me in the tree, and he has now come to kill or take me away." He was sure that that particular Apache was not Lone Wolf, although he could not be certain that any advantage was to be reaped from that.