All at once Peggy gave a frightened little cry and shrank close to
Roy. The firelight showed her face drawn and startled.
"Oh, Roy, over there! No, not that peak—that one to the right!"
"Well, sis, what about it?" asked Roy indulgently.
"Something moved! No, don't laugh, I'm sure of it."
"A coyote maybe or another jack rabbit. In that case we'll have a chance at a shot."
"No, Roy, it wasn't an animal." Peggy's tones were vibrant with alarm—tense as a taut violin string. "What I saw was a man."
"A man. Nonsense! Unless it was someone from the camp looking for us."
"No, this man was watching us. He may have been crouching there for a long time. I saw the outline of his sombrero black against the moonlight behind that rise. Oh, Roy, I'm frightened."
"Rubbish," declared Roy stoutly, although his heart began to beat uncomfortably fast. "What man could there be here unless it was Alverado, and he couldn't possibly have arrived by this time."
"But, Roy, it wasn't my fancy. Truly it wasn't. I saw a man crouching there and watching us. When I looked up he vanished."