things. A few minutes were sufficient. And then, when he looked about and
saw that he was indeed outside of the cave which had been such an
appalling prison to him, Fred was fairly wild with joy.

It was all he could do to restrain himself from shouting, whooping and
hurrahing at the top of his voice. It was only the recollection that there
were a number of Apaches near at hand that sufficed to keep his voice
toned down. But he danced and swung his arms, and threw himself here and
there in a way that would have made a spectator certain that he was
hilariously crazy. Not until he was thoroughly used up did he consent to
pause and take a breathing spell. Then he gasped out, as well as he could,
during his hurried breathing:

"Thank the good Lord! I knew He would not forget me. He let me hunt around
for a while, long enough to make me feel I couldn't do anything, and then
He stepped in. The wolf came. I didn't think I could make anything out of
him, but I grabbed his tail. I held on and here I am. Thank the good Lord
again."

When able to control himself still further, Fred made a survey of his
surroundings. In the first place, he observed that the forenoon was only
fairly under way, the sun having risen just high enough to be visible. The
sky was clear of clouds and the day promised to be a beautiful one,
without being oppressively warm.

"It is strange that I could not find the opening when the wolf scampered
straight to it."

However, he did not stop to puzzle over the matter. It was sufficient to
know and feel that he was back again in the busy, bustling world, saved