"You say it isn't Red Hains?"
"Not if Red Hains has red hair. This fellow's hair is as black as night."
"What we going to do?" Jack asked.
"There's only one thing we can do," Sue replied.
"And that's——?"
"Wait right here. You see, they'd be sure to catch us if we ran for it and that would only make it worse. Perhaps they won't find us but they probably will, and if they do, you let me do the talking."
As Sue had known it was not a difficult thing to follow their trail through the thick bushes, and in a very short time the black-haired man stood before them. He was on foot, having left his horse with the others.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"I am Sue Stebbins and this is Bob Lakewood and this Jack Lakewood. Who are you?" Sue showed no fear as she answered.
"Who I am don't matter," the man snapped. "What are you doing here?"