"How far have we to ride?"
"Some ten or twelve leagues."
"Oh, that is nothing."
"Not on a regular road; but I warn you that we shall be compelled to follow hardly visible wild beast tracks."
"The night is clear; we shall have sufficient light to guide us, so let us start."
"If you wish it," the young man answered.
A few minutes later they left the rancho at a gallop. It was about two in the morning; and the moon, which was at its full, lit up the landscape as in bright day.