<p>The big man at the window, as though fascinated by the flood of light within the room, remained for a long time staring. Finally he turned, and instantly he grappled with the smaller shadow behind him.<br>"It is I!" whispered the Cheyenne hastily. "It is Standing Antelope. Take your hand from my throat, Thunder Moon!"<br>He was free, and the two slipped silently through the garden, through the hedges, and back into the adjoining woods where th...