Drummond springs up.
"One moment, Mr. Drummond," whispers Wing, weakly; "I must say one word to you—alone."
"I'll return in a minute, sergeant. Let me see what Patterson wants."
Miss Harvey and Ruth have risen; the former is very pale and evidently trembling under some strong emotion. Once more she bends over him.
"Drink this, Mr. Wing, and now talk no more than you absolutely have to."
Then renewing the cooling bandage on his forehead, her hands seem to linger—surely her eyes do—as she rises once more to her feet.
Meantime the lieutenant has stepped out into the cañon.
"What is it, Patterson? quick!"
"That was some of our fellows, sir, a squad of four; but they turned all of a sudden and galloped back out of sight. It looks to me as though they were attacked."