The lieutenant passed the glass to his companion who scrutinized the party with the keenest interest.
“They must have traveled all night,” remarked her escort, while she still peered through the instrument.
“That shows how dreadfully angry father is; I hope it will not last.”
“Can you make out the members of the party?”
She studied them a minute or two more before answering:
“I think that is father who is close to the man on a mule.”
“The one on a mule must be Vose Adams, for he is more accustomed to that sort of animal. I am sorry he is with the party.”
“Why?” asked Nellie, lowering the glass and looking at him.
“He is so familiar with the trail, that it will be hard work to outwit him; he isn’t the man to make mistakes. Did you recognize the others?”