He dare not approach the cabin
any closer, or permit his presence to become known, for Moore was kept
outside the door on guard. However, the delay was not a long one,
horses being brought up from the near-by corral, and the entire party
mounting rode down the trail toward Haskell. The cabin was left dark
and deserted, the mine silent. Westcott made no effort to follow,
feeling assured that no important movement would be attempted that
night.
It was late the next morning before he rode into Haskell and, stabling
his horse, which bore all the marks of hard riding, proceeded toward
the Timmons House. He had utilised, as best he could, the hours since
that cavalcade had departed from La Rosita to put his own affairs in
order so that he might feel free to camp on the conspirators' trail and
risk all in an effort to rescue Cavendish. The night had been a hard
one, but Westcott was still totally unconscious of fatigue--his whole
thought centred on his purpose.
Alone he had explored the tunnels in Lacy's mine, creeping about in the
darkness, guided only by the flash of an electric torch, until he
thoroughly understood the nature of the work being accomplished.
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