"They are making straight for us," said Sir Harry, and his face was a little pale.
Hal jumped up and gave an order to the guide. "Pack these things up as quick as you can," he ordered; "we can't be too careful."
He raised his glasses and fixed them on the riders. Then he swore.
"That damned Duke," he said and heard a long-drawn sigh behind him, where Alicia stood.
"Duke!" muttered Sir Harry, "confound the fellow! I thought it was—er—well, never mind. Who's the other man?"
"Who?" snorted Hal. "Who could it be, governor, but the Yankee person."
"Hum," said Sir Harry.
He was surprised to find that he did not resent the coming of his enemy as much as he thought he should. He bowed stiffly as the two drew rein, and was ready to be conventionally distant and polite. But he was unprepared for the Duke's greeting.
"What the dickens do you mean by coming out so far," demanded the Duke angrily. "How dare you expose Alicia to this danger!"
"Sir!" said the outraged knight.