With a scowl, the scout nodded his head toward the girl.
"Don't worry about her. She's going with us," smiled the youngster.
"Really?"
"Yes," answered Rose.
"Good. Then let's start right now. I just saw Pedro sneaking off down the trail. By keeping our eyes open, we can get out of this place and hide until he returns, and then go on our way without danger."
No sooner had the plan been suggested than it was agreed upon.
"I wish we could take some of these things," sighed the girl, as she took a parting survey of the costly furnishings.
"Never mind, now. We'll come back for them."
And, without delay, the trio fled from their prison. Cautiously they advanced until they found a rock behind which they could hide, and there they remained until Pedro passed them.
Deeming the chance unequaled to learn the trail, the outlaw's trusted man had gone down the path, noting its every wind and turn. As this had taken longer than he had anticipated, he made all haste possible to get back.