I called the girl back.
"How far is it to Mollyhay ?" I asked her.
"A league," said she.
So we had been near our journey's end after all, and Denton was probably all right.
The Mexican went away horseback.

The girl fed us calabash.

We waited.
About one o'clock a group of horsemen rode over the hill.

When they came near enough I recognised Denton at their head.

That man was of tempered steel-- They had followed back along the beach, caught our trail where we had turned off, and so discovered us.