“I do not know how to thank you sufficiently. If we catch her, I—”
“If! I will take care of that; give yourself no uneasiness. All I want is just a look at her, to see what the imp is like that has been able to make all this noise, then you and the halter may have her. How many men has she?”
“I counted but eighteen, but she may have had two or three pickets out.”
“Is that all? It won’t be a mouthful for my force. Is it true that she is only a girl?”
“Yes; she is not more than seventeen.”
“It passes belief! Is she robust, or slender?”
“Slender.”
The officer pondered a moment or two, then he said:
“Was she preparing to break camp?”
“Not when I had my last glimpse of her.”