“Perhaps this Macklyn Morgan is behind it.”
“He may be.”
“I believe he is!” cried Dick. “Somehow I am confident of it, Frank. If he detains you here in Prescott, you will lose those mines. You must get out of this place without delay.”
“It certainly looks that way. I shall do so, Dick.”
“But we must go with you.”
“Have you thought of Felicia? She is here. Some one must remain to look after her.”
“But, good gracious, Frank! I can’t stay here, knowing that you are in such difficulties. It is impossible!”
“It may seem impossible to you, Dick, but you know the peril through which Felicia has lately passed. You also know that Black Joaquin is at liberty and may find her again.”
“But can’t we take her?”
“Do you think she is prepared to endure the hardships she would be compelled to face? No, Dick, it can’t be done. You will have to stay with her.”