"Yet an explanation might not be out of place--the Senor
Mendez may not be pleased."
"We came under orders from Lacy," replied Moore confidently. "You have
seen us both before."
"True, but not the lady; you will tell me about her?"
Sikes climbed down over the wheel.
"It is like this, _senor_," he began. "Lacy did not know your party
was here; he thought you were all south for another month yet. He
would keep this girl quiet, out of the way for a time. She is from New
York, and knows too much."
"From New York?" The quick eyes of the Mexican again sought her face.
"She is to be held prisoner?"
"Yes, _senor_."
"Again the case of that man Cavendish?"
"We were not told, only ordered to bring her here and guard her until
we heard otherwise. It was not known you were back."
"We came three hours ago; you see what we brought," with a wave of the
hand. "All was clear above?"
"Not a sign; I searched with field-glasses."
"Then I will ride with you to Mendez; 'tis well to have the matter
promptly over with."
The wagon, rumbled on, Moore urging the wearied team with whip and
voice to little result.
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