She crept to the tent where the colored boy slept and found it empty.

There was no trace, that she was able to discover in the dark, to indicate what had happened to him.

Not satisfied with what she had already accomplished, Grace crept further out along the trail, revolver in hand, eyes and ears keenly on the alert.
Finally she turned campwards.
"They have got the boy," she announced, coming up from the rear of the tents, and approaching her companions from behind.

All were sitting on the ground, silent, expectant, waiting, either for Grace's return or a burst of revolver fire.

Their nerves jumped from the reaction when Grace spoke to them.
"Oh, that is too bad," murmured Anne.
"Did you discover anything else ?" asked Elfreda.
"No.