“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said. “We don’t often see ladies in this wild country.”
“We are a party of motorists.” said Miss Campbell. “We took the wrong road, and this very kind woman gave us shelter. To-morrow we hope to resume our journey.”
“Do you know you are probably in the cabin of one of the worst outlaws in the State?”
“Are you sure, sir? It is very difficult to believe, and where one is treated with so much hospitality one does not look for such things.”
The sheriff turned to Minnie:
“Where is your husband, girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is he hiding in this house? Tell me the truth.”
“Look for yourself!” cried Minnie, flinging wide the door into the bedroom.
“I believe there’s a mistake, Sheriff,” said one of the men. “The chief’s nest is farther up the mountain. These people could never have found it in a motor car.”