“Yes. He was killed—shot by Lieutenant O’Connor, the same man who was a prisoner at the Cache until yesterday morning.”
“Killed lately, ma’am?”
“Two years ago. We swore revenge. MacQueen did not keep his oath, the oath we all swore together.”
Bellamy began to understand the situation. She wanted to get back at MacQueen, unless she were trying to lead them into a trap.
“Let’s get this straight. MacQueen turned O’Connor loose, did he?” Bellamy questioned.
“No. He escaped. This man—what you call him?—the sheriff, helped him and Señor West to break away.”
The mine owner’s eye met Farnum’s. They were being told much news.
“So they all escaped, did they?”
“Si, señor, but MacQueen took West and the sheriff next morning. They could not find their way out of the valley.”
“But O’Connor escaped. Is that it?”