“And”–Dupin gripped his cigar hungrily–“and Rodrigo?”
For answer the scout waved a hand vaguely up the trail.
“None went that way?” and the Colonel jerked his head toward the ravine.
“No, none. Your Mercy saw me driving them back.”
“Quick, then, on your horse! We’re losing time.”
Don Tiburcio was reluctant. He had not yet recovered his money from the American. “But the women, mi coronel? They are there, in that shack. Hadn’t I better stay––?”
“Jacqueline, you mean? Of course the little minx is in trouble, the second she touches land. But you come with me. She shall have another protector.”
Tiburcio knew the Cossack chief. He obeyed, and both men galloped away after the chase.
