"In the gulch! Head them off! I saw a wagon!"
Quicker than any one save a mountaineer knew how to swing around, that wagon swerved, turned and was again lost in the darkness.
"Thought they had us!" called the man from the seat. "Lena, you will pay for this!"
CHAPTER XIX
THE DEN OF THE GYPSY QUEEN
Cora opened her eyes. Standing over her was a woman—or was it a dream? A woman with flowing hair, beautiful, dark eyes, a band of gold like a crown about her head, and shimmering, dazzling stuff on her gown. Was Cora really awake?
"Well," said the figure, "you are not bad-looking."
"Oh, I am so—sick," moaned Cora.
"I'll ring for something. Would you take wine?"
"No, thank you; water," murmured Cora.