Chapter 6
THE WIND IN THE CEDARSPIUTE'S Indian sense of the advantage of position in attack
stood Jack in good stead; he led him up the ledge which overhung
one end of the corral. In the pale starlight the sheep could be
seen running in bands, massing together, crowding the fence; their
cries made a deafening din.
The Indian shouted, but Jack could not understand him. A large
black object was visible in the shade of the ledge. Piute fired his
carbine. Before Jack could bring his rifle up the black thing moved
into startlingly rapid flight. Then spouts of red flame illumined
the corral. As he shot, Jack got fleeting glimpses of the bear
moving like a dark streak against a blur of white. For all he could
tell no bullet took effect.
When certain that the visitor had departed Jack
