“I can remember something like that, too.”
“And I can remember the horses acted queerly, and I recall a desperate but unsuccessful attempt which I made to pull myself together and keep my wits. Following that, all is a blank until a little while ago, when I opened my eyes here, on this rock, and found you beside me.”
“Where did the handcuffs come from?”
The scout explained about the Apache scout, and how he had brought the handcuffs from Geronimo.
“First thing,” said he, “we’ll remove the cuffs. Can you slip your hand free?”
Dell tried, but could not, for her small hand seemed swollen terribly.
“There’s a key to the cuffs somewhere,” went on the scout.
He dug into his pockets for the key, but it was gone.
“Here’s an odd situation, and no mistake,” he said, with a rueful laugh. “We’ll have to stay manacled together, Dell—for a while, at least.”