"Where is Joe?"
"Don't know—want to see him?"
"Well, I should like to speak with him."
"¿Quién sabe?—who knows but we may run up against him?"
"Rather against him than a stranger. I feel like a housebreaker somehow; I suppose it is the night time, for our motive is good—even holy!"
"Come along. Take the bend of the lasso, and not a sound!"
"I am as mute as a statue."
Leon led the Englishman by the loop in the same direction he had taken to come. Dearborn stared and listened, but seemed to be the blind man in the game for all he perceived. On the other hand, the Drudge knew his path instinctively. In daylight he could hardly have gone more straight. After the still blundering march had continued some ten minutes, the leader halted.
"Here we are!" he whispered.
"Near the ladies' tent?" inquired the other.