"Keep quiet or I'll get you first."
Rifles began to bang toward the camp. Three sides were engaged, so it seemed to Grace, judging by the sound. What was the meaning of that?
The sound of voices presently reached her ears. The prisoner heard, too, and began, to stir.
"Keep quiet!" ordered Grace. "One sound from you and I will shoot.
Understand?"
"Yes," he muttered, and sank back.
Grace strained her ears. Were the men of her party or of that of the roped villain? To her relief the men—apparently only two of them—passed by without discovering her and her prisoner, and he, intimidated, kept quiet.
Suddenly a loud, penetrating "Coo-e-e-e-e!" woke the echoes of the mountains. It was the call of the cowboy, a friendly, thrilling sound.
A moment of silence, then "Overla-a-a-and!"
"Overla-a-a-and!" cried Grace joyfully. "Careful, man. I can yell and shoot at the same time," she told her prisoner, who had moved.
Two men came running over the rocks.