'''Thanks, ' Ethan said and got up from the table. He started toward the camp to look for the Indian. After a half a dozen steps, a strange uneasiness came over him. He stopped and peered into the dark tent city. He saw a few flickering campfires, and tents aglow from lanterns inside, but nothing was moving in there. Suddenly he was overtaken by ominous fears that forbade him to go any farther. He was afraid to step into the dark encampment. He tried to overcome the fright and move forward, but the terror had become intense and irrepressible. He fought the urge to cry out and turned back toward the tavern. The fear turned to panic and he wanted to run, but he knew that running would only intensify his fear. The tavern was only a few yards away. He wanted to look behind him but he was afraid of what he might see. He quickened his step as his throat locked up and the cry that tried to force its way out came as an agonized groan. He defeated the urge to run and forced himself to walk into the tavern.''--Cover.