He waved a jaunty hand toward the recent battlefield. “The Lazy D lies right back of that hill. I expect, mebbe, those wolves might howl again if we went back.”
“Where, then, shall I take you?”
“I hate to trouble y’u to go out of your way.
“I dare say, but I’m going just the same,” she told him, dryly.
“If you’re right determined—” He interrupted himself to point to the south. “Do y’u see that camel-back peak over there?”
“The one with the sunshine on its lower edge?”
“That’s it, Miss Messiter. They call those two humps the Antelope Peaks. If y’u can drop me somewhere near there I think I’ll manage all right.”
“I’m not going to leave you till we reach a house,” she informed him promptly. “You’re not fit to walk fifty yards.”
“That’s right kind of y’u, but I could not think of asking so much. My friends will find me if y’u leave me where I can work a heliograph.”
“Or your enemies,” she cut in.