Still, one must travel them.

Ah, what is it now ?" He was looking at Braxton Wyatt, as he spoke, and he saw a sudden change appear upon his face, a look of recognition and then of mingled hate and rage.

The renegade was staring Northward, and the eyes of Alvarez followed his.
The Spaniard saw a man or rather a youth approaching, a straight, slender, but tall and compact figure, and a face uncommon in the wilderness, fine, delicate, with the eyes of a dreamer, and seer, but never weak.

The youth came on steadily, straight coward the Spanish camp.
"Paul Cotter!" exclaimed Braxton Wyatt.

"How under the sun did he come here!" "Some one you know ?" said Alvarez who heard the words.
"Yes, from the settlements of which we speak," replied Wyatt quickly and in a low tone.