It was Dearborn.
At least here was a follower who punctually kept his word.
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
ROSARIO BEGINS TO HOPE.
The Captain went up to the hunter quickly, and briskly extending his hand, bade him welcome. But the other was so busy filling his short meerschaum pipe, that he did not apparently perceive the hand, and simply thanked him.
"When do we make a start, captain?" he inquired.
"Right away," replied Kidd in a feverish voice.
He issued orders forthwith, so that the greatest animation soon stirred the encampment, everybody being delighted to get out of the bad spot. In a couple of hours subsequently the train was on the move, with Dearborn scouting in the van.