"In the mountains, in a redwood forest. My pueblo is not far."
"What mountains? What forest?"
"That you will not know."
"Where is Adan?"
"On a stout mustang between two faithful followers of mine."
"They are unnecessary. He would not leave me."
"Perhaps not. Sometimes the white man lies and sometimes he is true."
Roldan sat up; his tired head had rested against the shoulder of his captor.
"Suppose I get behind you," he said. "It will be more comfortable for us both. That is, if you can trust me," with an attempt at sarcasm.
"I trust you. Get behind."