"
She vanished up the side-trail, as though the wind had blown away a
shadow. Except for the slight rustling of dried leaves under her feet,
the two men, staring blindly through the darkness, could not have told
the direction in which she had gone. Then all was silence, the mystery
of night. Brennan gathered up his reins, straightening his body in the
saddle. He glanced back toward the dim shade of his companion,
chuckling.
"Some bit of luck that, Jim."
"Doesn't seem to me we know much more than we did before," Westcott
answered gloomily. "Only that this chap Mendez is at a place called
Sunken Valley. I never heard of it; did you?"
"No; I reckon it's no spot the law has ever had any use for. I've
supposed all along them Mexican cattle thieves had a hidden corral
somewhar in this country; but nobody has ever found it yet. Right now,
thanks to this Miss La Rue, I've got a hunch that we're goin' to make
the discovery, and put Bill Lacy and ol' Mendez out of business. But
there's no sense of our gassin' here. We got a right smart bit o'
ridin' to do afore daylight.
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