“Oh!” she murmured. “But how you frightened me!”
Smythe looked at her silently; and presently, when she lowered her eyes, she saw that his face was very grave. But Haig was unhurt, and Sunnysides had escaped. She had prayed for just that.
“What is it?” she cried, leaning forward to clutch his arm.
“He’s following.”
“Following?”
“Yes. Alone.”
“Where?”
“Yonder.”
He pointed to the west.
“To the San Luis?”