She was leaving Merle behind, and she knew it.
Somewhere in the house almost tenantless, thanks to Stareyes' avenging hand, he was facing Riggs, the guard, now known to both as the trailer from beyond the sea; but, for all this, she was deserting him, leaving him to fight his battles alone.
Belle Demona put the endurance of the horse to its utmost, and, as she careered over the barren, she glanced up now and then as if to mark the flight of time by the stars.
Nothing occurred to give her ride an eventful turn.
Day broke over her and lit up the way, and in due course of time she pulled into Perth, her black steed foamy at the bit and streaked with white at the flanks.
She looked romantically picturesque as she galloped down the main street of the provincial capital, looking on both sides and singling out certain people here and there.
Almost at the end of the street she drew rein and dismounted.
"He said the traitor was here," she muttered. "If so I'll face him and show him that I brook no disobedience."
She walked to the door of a small two-story house and knocked.
Her heated horse stood in the middle of the street.