She could hardly credit his words.
“You can trust me,” he declared seeing her hesitation. “If you have any doubt ask Cavalry Curt if he knows the Wizard of the Army.”
At the mention of that name she gazed upon him spellbound. Could she be really gazing upon the wonderful man whose startling reputation had reached even her mountain home?
“I have heard of you,” she murmured.
“I stopped at your house once when crossing the mountains. In spite of your disguise I recognized you by your voice as soon as you spoke. I never forget a voice. You can trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Wait an hour; then go ahead. You will find me ready to do my part.”
He was moving away, when she caught him by the arm.
“You will see Cavalry Curt when he has escaped?”
“Without doubt.”