midnight, there was an uneasy movement among the animals.
And in the starlight, which in a measure made the night less black, several shadowy, slinking forms might have been observed creeping toward the camp and the pile of provisions and supplies, among the latter of which were the boxes containing the valuable films of the moving pictures.
It was Hank, as might have been expected, who awakened. One of the burros, always an excitable, nervous beast, capered about and uttered a shrill whinny as if in fright.
Hank was out of his tent in an instant. Leaping to his feet he blazed away with his revolver. Its flash lit up the darkness, and was at once answered by half a dozen other flashes.
"Come on, boys!" yelled Hank. "They're after us! I wasn't mistaken, after all! I did see some of 'em sneaking around! Lively, now!" and he blazed away again.
"What is it?" cried Blake.
"Indians! They're after our horses!" yelled the cowboy, as the two lads joined him.
