"Where he goes, I will go. But don't think too much of that. I fear he will refuse."
"Hist! is that not the sound of some one climbing up the rocks?" hastily muttered Tyrrel, not a little excited, half-hoping that his friends had discovered his retreat.
"I will go see. Perhaps 'tis father returning," and Lucy hastened to the entrance.
In a moment she returned, pale and agitated. Tyrrel felt a strange fluttering at his heart, for he was unarmed. If an enemy, they were indeed lost!
CHAPTER IX.
THE OUTLAW'S HOME.
But what of the train wending its weary way among the hills, trying, under the guidance of Major Guilford, to follow the blind trail?
Ah, it is a query pregnant with sad events—with tears and sighs—with acts that make human nature seem like demon-nature.
For here, in the outlaw's lair, away up among the hills—in his secret grotto—we find—who?