“Then it’s a bargain.”
Without another word, they turned back to rejoin the group by the cabin. Before they had gone a dozen steps she stopped.
“What about Mr. Flatray? You will free him, of course.”
“Yes. I’ll take him right out due north of here, about four miles. He’ll be blindfolded. There we’ll leave him, with instructions how to reach Mesa.”
“I’ll go with you,” she announced promptly.
“What for?”
“To make sure that you do let him go—alive.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “All right. I told you I was going to play fair. I haven’t many good points, but that is one of them. I don’t give my word and then break it.”
“Still, I’ll go.”