"I am satisfied that my first guess was correct," said Dick. "What that guess was, you no doubt rightly conjecture, so we will say no more about it. I am, as you said, glad I'm alive."
"Shall we go to the house?" asked the young woman.
"I suppose we'll have to, with this prisoner on our hands, though I ought to return and look after that boodle—"
"Ah! I had forgotten that."
"Still, it is safely cached, and is safer, perhaps, than it would be at the cabin. Come, we'll go to the cabin."
"No one saw you cache it?" asked Susana.
"No one but this fellow."
"And you have got him secure enough. Better leave it where it is."
Captain Joaquin still had his revolver in hand, and having slung his rifle across his back he ordered Deadwood Dick to precede him along the gulch bottom.
Half an hour's walk and several turnings brought them at last into a glade where a cabin stood under the shade of some trees.