THE FIGHT WITH URREA Morning came.

Up rose the sun, pouring a brilliant light over the desolate plains.

Beads of water from the rain the night before sparkled a little while and then dried up.

But the day was cold, nevertheless, and a sharp wind now began to search for the weakest point of every one.
Ned, Obed and the Panther were up betimes, but some of the rescued still slept.
Ned, at the suggestion of the Panther, mounted one of the horses and rode out on the plain a half mile to the south.

Those keen eyes of his were becoming all the keener from life upon the vast rolling plains.