"
"Of which I am well aware," bowing gallantly. "Otherwise I should not
have interfered, and offered my services. But we have talked enough.
You have had the word, and you know the law of our compact. Do you
obey me, or shall I call the chief--God be merciful to your soul, if I
do."
Moore stood silent, realising the full meaning of the threat; he
glanced aside at Sikes, but that individual only shook his head.
"All right then," went on the Mexican sharply. "'Tis well you show
sense. You know what to do with your team; then the both of you report
to Casas at the upper camp--you know him?"
"Yes, _senor_."
"Tell him I sent you. He will have his orders; they are that you be
shot if you attempt to leave before Mendez gives the word. 'Tis not
long now till we learn who is chief here--Bill Lacy or Pascual Mendez.
Come, _senorita_, you are safe with me."
Concealing a dread that was almost overpowering, yet realising the
impossibility of resistance, Stella permitted him to touch her hand,
and assist her to clamber over the wheel.
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