The puzzle of it all defied the scout’s reasoning. He needed help to unravel the mystery.
“Dell!” he called again, in a louder tone.
The girl opened her eyes dreamily.
“Time to start for Tonio Pass, Buffalo Bill?” she asked.
Impulsively she started to rise, but felt her hand secured. Settling back on the rock, her troubled eyes wandered from the handcuffs to the scout’s face.
“What has happened?” she asked, bewildered. “What does this mean?”
“I wish I could tell you,” the scout answered. “I have been racking my brain over it for several minutes.”
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know.”
“How do we happen to be here?”