Night came on, but the outlaws rode on for an hour or more, when they halted at a small spring in a thicket.
Celeste was made more comfortable in a shelter of boughs, hastily cut and thrown up, and when supper was ready she ate heartily of antelope-steak, crackers, and coffee.
She was rather glad to have got rid of the masked chief, of whom she stood in the greatest awe, and Wolf never spoke to her unless she addressed some remark to him.
When she lay down upon the blanket-bed, spread upon fine straw, which he had made for her, she sank at once to sleep.
She had no thought of escape, for what could she do there alone in that wild, trackless land? She would bide her time and await the result, be it what it might.
She was awakened early in the morning, and the march was at once begun again, a halt being made a couple of hours later for breakfast.
While it was being prepared she was allowed to wander at will, Wolf calling her only when it was ready, and thus showing that they had not the slightest idea that she would do so foolish a thing as to escape from them, to perish in the wilderness, or meet death by being attacked by wild beasts.
When the start was again made, Wolf said:
"When we halt for our noon camp, miss, I will have to blindfold you, and bind your hands."
"Ah! you consider me very dangerous, then?" she said, with a smile.