"Tell me of them, and where they are."
"They are camped in the blue-cliff cañon, near our old home, and are working the mine we marked as number two on our map."
"They are here for gold, then?"
"Yes, gold-diggers in their idle moments, and at other times road-agents, making their retreat here, where they deem themselves safe."
"They did not see you?"
"No, indeed; but I got within fifty feet of one of their camp-fires, and where they had a captive."
"Ah! a prisoner?"
"Yes."
"Did you know him?"
"It was a young girl."