Lenora rose softly to her feet and strolled to the back of the range wagon. In a few moments she reappeared, carrying a piece of paper in her hand. She stooped down.
“Craig’s saddling up,” she whispered. “Look what he dropped.”
She held out the paper, on which was traced a roughly drawn map.
“That line’s the river that marks the Mexican border,” she explained. “You see where Long Jim’s put the cross? That’s where the bridge is. That other cross is the camp.”
She pointed away southwards.
“That’s the line,” she continued. “Laura, where’s the Professor?”
“I don’t know,” Laura replied. “He rode off some time ago, said he was going to meet Mr. Quest.”
“If only he were here!” Lenora muttered. “I feel sure Craig means to escape. There he goes.”
They saw him ride off into the darkness. Lenora ran to where her horse was tethered.
“I’m going after him,” she announced. “Listen, Laura. If they arrive soon, send them after me. That’s the line, as near as I can tell you,” she added, pointing.