But it was not meant for us. It was Woodward at the head of a score or so of cavalrymen. With him rode a tramp on a horse which was strangely familiar to me.
"Oh," cried Elaine, "there's the man who saved me!"
As they passed, the tramp paused a moment and looked at us sharply. Although he carefully avoided Elaine's eyes, I fancied that only when he saw that she was safe was he satisfied to gallop off and rejoin the cavalry.
. . . . . . .
Around the old hotel, in every direction, Del Mar's men were searching for the tramp and Elaine, while in the hotel another search was in progress.
"Have you discovered anything?" asked Del Mar, entering.
"No, sir," they reported.
"Confound it!" swore Del Mar, going up-stairs again.
Here also were men searching. "Find anything?" he asked briefly.
"No luck," returned one.