"Yes."
The girl fell a few paces behind him and looked up at the pigeons where they sat in their light lattice cage crowning his pack.
"Please do your bit, little birds," she murmured to herself.
And, with a smile at them and a nod of confidence, she stepped forward again and fell into the rhythm of his stride.
Very far away to the west they heard thunder stirring behind Mount
Terrible.
It was late in the afternoon when he halted near the eastern edges of Thusis's Forest.
"Yellow-hair," he said very quietly, "I've led you into a trap, I'm afraid. Look back. We've been followed!"
She turned. Through the trees, against an inky sky veined with lightning, three men came out upon the further edge of the hog-back which they had traversed a few minutes before, and seated themselves there In the shelter of the crag. All three carried shotguns.
"Yellow-hair?"
"Yes, Kay."