Rutlidge laughed. "You are all right, George. But you needn't worry. Everything is as peaceful as a graveyard. They've found the horse, and they think now that the girl killed herself, or met with an accident while wandering around the hills in a state of mental aberration."
"You left the supplies at the same old place, I suppose?" said the convict.
"Yes, I brought what I could," Rutlidge indicated a pack which he had slipped from his shoulder as he was talking. "You better hike over there and bring in the rest to-night. If you leave at once, you will make it back by noon, to-morrow."
The girl in the cabin, listening, heard every word and trembled with fear. The convict spoke again.
"What are your plans, Mr. Rutlidge?"
"Never mind my plans, now. They can wait until you get back. You must start at once. You say Miss Andrés is in the cabin?" He turned toward the door.
But the other said, shortly, "Wait a minute, sir. I have a word to say, before I go."
"Well, out with it."
"You are not going to forget your promise to me?"
"Certainly not, George. You are safe."