“We take the risk, Miss Carrington,” replied the man, placidly.
Davila shrugged her shoulders, and they rode in silence, for half an hour.
Then the speed of the car slackened, they ran slowly for half a mile, and stopped. The chief reached down, untied the handkerchiefs, and sprang out. 288
“You may descend,” he said, offering his hand.
Elaine saw the hand, and ignored it; Davila refused even to see the hand.
They could make out, in the dim light, that they were before a long, low, frame building, with the waters of the Bay just beyond. A light burned within, and, as they entered, the odor of cooking greeted them.
“Thank goodness! they don’t intend to starve us!” said Elaine. “I suppose it’s scarcely proper in an abducted maiden, but I’m positively famished.”
“I’m too enraged to eat,” said Davila.
“Are you afraid?” Elaine asked.
“Afraid?—not in the least!”