Far in the darkness, Yellow Panther and Braxton Wyatt crept to the side of the lodge and listened.

They heard nothing from within, and at last the Miami carefully lifted the buffalo hide over the entrance.

His sharp eyes, peering into the shadows, saw the three belt bearers lying upon their backs and sleeping soundly.

Apparently they were men without fear, men without the cause of fear, and Yellow Panther, letting the tent flap fall softly back, walked away with Braxton Wyatt, both deeply disappointed.
They did not know that a pair of hands had lifted the tent flap ever so little, and that a pair of keen eyes were following them.

The wonderful instinct of Henry Ware had warned him, and he had awakened the moment they looked in.