"We'll have to stop that fellow's fun, or he'll end by
hurting some of us."

Ted poked the barrel of his Winchester over the edge of the rock,
adjusted the sights, took a short aim, and fired.

Then he looked to see the result of it, and saw the man with the silver
face drop his rifle, stagger to the side of the canon, and sink down.

"By jove! I got him," exclaimed Ted. "I believe that from here we can
drive that whole bunch out of the valley and get back our cattle and
horses, if we dodge back and shoot straight. We'll try it. Every fellow
get ready to fire."

On seeing their leader fall, the men, both white and red, in the valley,
ran hither and yon in a state of great excitement.

But when the boys began to fire systematically at them, kicking up the
snow about them with every shot, it became a veritable panic.

Shouts of terror were heard, and, as the young woman raised the man with
the silver mask to his feet and helped him walk to the tent, the others
hastily saddled their ponies, and prepared to decamp.

All the while the boys were pumping Winchester balls into them, and
occasionally a horse dropped, or with a yell a man would grasp a leg or
an arm and fall to the ground.

"We've got them going," shouted Ted. "Keep it up until we get them on
the run."

The boys fired their rifles until they got hot, then waited for them to
cool, and resumed firing.

It was like bedlam in the valley, and not one of the men attempted to
retaliate by firing back. They were in a panic of fear.

As soon as one got his horse saddled he dashed away toward the head of
the valley out of the way of those spiteful bullets which sang about
them like enraged hornets.

Not one of them stopped to burden himself with his baggage, nor did they
pay any attention to the stolen cattle.

They were in too much of a hurry to get away safely themselves.

The Indians left their tepees standing, and ran for their lives.

Soon the valley was clear of men. All that remained in sight were the
bunch of cattle, a small band of ponies in a rope corral, and the tepees
and tents.

"I guess we're safe to go down now, and take possession of our own,"
said Ted.

"Don't forget that Silver Face and the young woman are in that tent,"
said Stella warningly. "Look out for treachery."

Without further delay the boys and Stella climbed down the mountain to
where their horses were, and, mounting, rode fearlessly into the valley.

As they approached