“Straight up this gulch a quarter of a mile; then take the side gorge; ye can’t miss it.”
“What sort of a place is it?”
“A lot of log houses. Chief’s is the biggest, and the fust one ye come to.”
“And where are the prisoners kept? That’s what I’m after—those prisoners.”
“Ain’t but one here.”
“Which one?”
“Ther gal.”
“Where is she held?”
“In a room of Ricardo’s cabin.”