He moved slowly back as he spoke, until, reaching the shadow of a rock at the mouth of the cave, he sprung away with a victorious cry and was gone.
CHAPTER V.
The boy judge relapsed into moody silence, and walked, without a word, at Myra’s side.
The journey back to the cave was not a long one, and they entered it as the first rays of the sun, flashing over the cliffs of Cut-throat, chased the shadows of night away.
A few moments later the strange pair seated themselves before the meal, which the fair waif spread on the cavern floor, and after it had been discussed the boy took Myra’s hands, and, looking into her eyes, said:
“You will not turn vengeance-hunter during my absence. This little retreat is the place for you. I want you to hear the solution of this mystery.”
“And I am burning to hear it, Hal,” was the quick reply. “Whither are you going now?”
“To find Red Crest. I want the Indian near me henceforward.”
There was a long look of something more than friendship in the couple’s eyes before they separated, and Myra’s followed the figure that went away.