“Yes, but not the sort of robbery you think. Tell your friend Miss Briggs that it’s time she told her party her story. She knows why.”
“I begin to see a light,” muttered the Overlander. “Say! There’s something familiar about your voice, but I can’t place it. Got a cold?”
“Yes.”
Little conversation was indulged in after that, and at last Hippy’s rescuer halted and pointed.
“See that light?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yes.”
“That’s your camp. I leave you here. Take my advice, and don’t make much noise to-night. Keep your fire low, and post guards. Tell White there is a man out here wants to see him. You need not let the others know about my being here. I’m in a hurry. Good-night.”
“But—won’t you come—”
“Go on!”
Hippy wavered a little as he started towards the camp, into which he staggered a few minutes later.