“I trust that is satisfactory?” he asked.
“By comparison, eminently so.”
“Thank you!” he said. “Do you, Miss Carrington, wish to sit beside your friend?”
“If you please!” said Davila, with supreme contempt.
He took the rope and tied her, likewise.
“Very good, Bill!” he said, and they placed her beside Elaine.
“If you will permit your legs to be tied, we will gladly let you have the seat——”
“No!——”
“Well, I didn’t think you would—so you will have to remain on the floor; you see, you might be tempted to jump, if we gave you the seat.”
They were running so rapidly, through the night air, that the country could scarcely be distinguished, as it rushed by them. To Elaine, it was an unknown land. Davila, however, was looking for something she could recognize—some building that she knew, some stream, some topographical formation. But in the faint and uncertain moonlight, coupled with the speed at which they travelled, she was baffled. The chief observed, however.