As she did so she met the burning gaze of a pair of dark eyes watching her from behind a tree.
A scream of surprise and terror. Jaquelina pulled her hand from Walter Earle's arm and rushed forward. The outlaw chief, for it was no other, was turning to fly; but she caught his arm and held it tightly in both her own.
"The outlaw! the outlaw!" she panted. "Do not let him escape!"
He was surrounded in an instant. He made no attempt to fly, but stood still, gazing around him on the angry faces of the men, and his dark eyes blazed as they rested on the excited face of the fair girl who had betrayed him to his enemies.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
One of the men who was holding the captive looked at Jaquelina and said:
"Miss Meredith, is this really the man you say he is?"
"Yes, he is really the chief of the outlaws," she replied; but her eyes fell as they all looked at her—the swift color came into her cheek.
No one thought of doubting her word.