“Exactly. So that she can’t rue back. You’ve guessed it.”
They rode for hours, but in what direction it was impossible for Flatray to guess. He could tell when they were ascending, when dropping down hill, but in a country so rugged this meant nothing.
When at last he dismounted and the kerchief was taken from his eyes he found himself in a little pocket of the hills in front of an old log cabin. Jeff stayed with him. The others rode away. But not till they had him safely tied to a heavy table leg within the hut.
CHAPTER XI
SQUIRE LATIMER TAKES A HAND
“You’re to make ready for a trip to town, señorita.”
“When?”
“At once,” Rosario answered. “By orders of Señor MacQueen.”