"Ah! I know what you are alluding to. You mean, what is to become of the baggage?"
"Yes, señor captain; you may even say 'plunder.' It's a popular word, which well covers your belongings."
Kidd laughed at the jest. Things were coming round nicely, after all.
"The wagons and loads are going to follow on, under safe guard, by the next best road. They will come up three or four days after me in our nook."
"Oh, now I understand the whole matter clearly, and nothing can be simpler."
"Well, what is your answer, young lady?"
"Captain," was the sad reply, "the life you believe so valuable is a very mean thing to me. I attach little weight to it, so any road is the same as another. I will go along with you anyway."
"I beg your pardon, señorita, but either you don't or you won't understand. You are not answering me at all."
"No, captain? I thought I was! You asked me if I would go with you in a new path, and I say yes. That's straight enough."
"Yes. You mean you would trust to your horse?"