His olive face lighted dimly by the moon's rays was smooth and peaceful, and Ned was quite sure that he would be a good comrade.

Then he, too, entered the land of slumber.
The Ring Tailed Panther stalked up and down, his broad powerful figure becoming gigantic in the moonlight.

Belligerent by nature and the born frontiersman, he was very serious now.
He knew that they were riding toward great danger and he glanced at the face of the sleeping boy.

The Ring Tailed Panther had a heart within him, and the temptation to make Ned go back, if he could, was very strong.

But he quickly dismissed it as useless.