“It is her!” exclaimed the old man, excitedly. “She has fell among the rocks.”
“It must be she,” declared the officer. “But how in the name of Jackson can we get our horses up the gully? We shall have to leave them.”
“So I reckon,” affirmed the scout. “And you’ll have to leave me, too. Hark! there is her cry agin.”
There was no mistaking the fact.
“You remain here with the horses, Landaff, while the rest of us go up and capture her. We shan’t be gone long.”
Quickly suiting action to words they dismounted and started up the ravine.
The cry was heard again.
The Wizard Scout calmly watched the departure of the five men until they disappeared from sight.
He was still sitting on the horse behind the one called Landaff.
Suddenly the latter felt a vise-like grip upon his mouth, and the next instant both were struggling on the ground.