"I'm hungry," she said simply, after she had risen.
He led her back to the camp-fire and on the way picked up the bird he had shot. 'Mona saw that he noticed her limp, though he said nothing about it.
"I had an accident," she explained. "Fell down a rock wall while I was getting away from the 'Paches."
"They're out again, are they—the devils?" He asked another question. "You said 'we.' Who was with you when the Indians took after you?"
"Quint Sullivan. I was on the other side of Crane Lake from him and heard shots. I saw Quint running for the horses with the 'Paches after him."
"Did he get away?"
She shuddered. "He reached the horses. They rode after him. I don't know whether...." Her voice thinned away.
The man at the camp-fire turned, and at sight of them dropped a sudden, startled oath.
Ramona looked at him, then at Dinsmore. A faint tremor passed through her slight body. She knew now who these men were.
"What's she doin' here?" demanded Gurley.