"I'm lost!" cried Ramona.
"Where from?" asked Dinsmore.
"From the A T O."
"You're Clint Wadley's daughter, then?"
She nodded. "We met Indians. I ... got away."
The girl knelt beside the brook, put her hands on two stones that jutted up from the water, and drank till her thirst was assuaged.
"I'm hungry," she said simply, after she had risen.
He led her back to the camp-fire and on the way picked up the bird he had shot. 'Mona saw that he noticed her limp, though he said nothing about it.
"I had an accident," she explained. "Fell down a rock wall while I was getting away from the 'Paches."
"They're out again, are they--the devils?" He asked another question. "You said 'we.' Who was with you when the Indians took after you?"
"Quint Sullivan. I was on the other side of Crane Lake from him and heard shots. I saw Quint running for the horses with the 'Paches after him."
"Did he get away?"
She shuddered. "He reached the horses. They rode after him. I don't know whether...." Her voice thinned away.
The man at the camp-fire turned, and at sight of them dropped a sudden, startled oath.
Ramona looked at him, then at Dinsmore. A faint tremor passed through her slight body. She knew now who these men were.
"What's she doin' here?" demanded Gurley.
"She's lost. The 'Paches are out, Steve."
"Where are they?"
"Up at Crane Lake last night."
"Are they headed this way?"
"Don't know. She"--with a jerk of his thumb toward Ramona--"bumped into 'em an' got away."
"We'd better light a shuck out o' here," said Gurley, visibly disturbed.
"Why? They ain't liable to come this way more than any other. We'll have breakfast an' talk things over. Fix up this bird, Steve. Cook it in the skillet. She's hungry."
Ramona observed that both the men referred to her as she whenever any reference was made to her.
While they ate breakfast the girl told the story of her experience. Dinsmore watched her with a reluctant admiration. The lines of her figure drooped with weariness, but fatigue could not blot out the grace of her young vitality.
"When can we start for home?" Ramona asked after she had eaten.
"For the A T O?" asked the lank, sallow outlaw brutally. "What's ailin' you? Think we're goin' to take you home with the 'Paches between us an' there? We ain't plumb crazy."
"But I must get home right away. My father--he'll be frightened about me."
"Will he?" jeered Gurley. "If he knew you was in such good company he'd be real easy in his mind." The man flashed a look at her that made the girl burn with shame.