"Where on earth have you been, Miss Bethune? Do you know there's another search-party out, looking for you this time? My sub and the tracker were fetched this morning. I'd have gone myself only——" and he jerked a thumb towards a very small window at one end of the barracks.
"Mr. Rigden?" said Moya, lowering her voice.
"Yes."
"So you've got him still! I'm glad; but I don't want him to know I'm here. Stay—does he think I'm lost?"
"No. I thought it better not to tell him."
"That was both wise and kind of you, Sergeant Harkness! He must know nothing just yet. I want to speak to you first."
And she urged the dapple-grey, now flagging sorely, towards the other end of the building; but no face appeared at the little barred window; for Rigden was sound asleep in his cell.
"We're all right," said Moya, sliding to the ground; "we stopped at a tank and a boundary-rider's hut, but not the Eureka boundary. I didn't get out the same way I got in, you see—I mean out of the Blind Man's Block."
"Blind Man's Block! Good God! have you been there? You're lucky to have got out at all!"
"It wasn't easy. I thought we should never strike a fence, and when we did I had to follow it for miles before there was a gate or a road. But the boundary-rider was very kind; he not only gave me the best meal I ever had in my life; he set me on the road to you."