"I've lost my way. Where am I? Who are you?"
The truth in her manner was plain. Incredible as it seemed that she could have strayed so far, all apprehension of an attack vanished with her questions.
"You're a long way from home," he said, shortly.
She made no reply.
"Your horse took a header. You fainted. I suppose"—he hardly hesitated in his words—"you know who is talking to you?"
In her silence he heard his answer.
CHAPTER XXV
A GUEST FOR AN HOUR
"Can you stand on your feet?" he asked.