“Sure,” he agreed.
“You promising all?”
“Sure again! Just to comfort you I promise that when I find the gold of El Alisal I will use it to help get your people.”
“Half,” she decided. “Half to you.”
“Half it is! You’re a great little planner for your size, kid. Too bad it’s only a dream.”
Cap Pike rose to his feet, and gave a hand to Miguel, who reeled, and then steadied himself gradually.
“Most thanks, señor,” he whispered, “and when we reach the water–––”
They helped him into the saddle, and Rhodes walked beside, holding him as he swayed.
They passed the new-made grave in the sand, and Rhodes turned to the girl. “Sister,” he said, “lift two stones and add to that pile there, one for you and one for your father. Also look around and remember this place.”
“I am no forgetting it,” she said as she lifted a stone and placed it as he told her. “It is here the exile trail. I mark the place where you take for me the Americano road, and not the south road of the lost. So it is,––these stone make witness.”