Venters fed the dogs and put a halter on the dead rustlers horse.
He allowed Wrangle to browse free.

This done, he cut spruce boughs and made a lean-to for the girl.

Then, gently lifting her upon a blanket, he folded the sides over her.

The other blanket he wrapped about his shoulders and found a comfortable seat against a spruce-tree that upheld the little shack.

Ring and Whitie lay near at hand, one asleep, the other watchful.
Venters dreaded the night's vigil.