“But––there wasn’t–––” The other man faltered, staring.
“One of those shots you fired at the lamp went wild, or glanced off something, an’–––” Rathburn lifted his brows significantly.
“Killed somebody!” cried the other.
He staggered back just as a rattle of falling stones signified that horsemen were in the shale on the slope to eastward.
CHAPTER VII
WHERE TO HIDE
For the space of several seconds Rathburn and his captive looked into each other’s eyes. Rathburn’s gaze was keen, alert, fired by the quick thinking he was doing. Stark terror showed in the other’s look which gradually changed to one of haunting fear and indecision. Then his eyes became clear and he returned Rathburn’s glance, cool and questioning.
“Get your horse,” ordered Rathburn, running to his own mount.