She knew him, now, understood him, felt convinced, indeed, that this was all some cunning scheme originating within his own brain.

He had hastened ahead to Mendez; told a tale in his own way, rendering the chief's suspicions of Lacy more acute, and thus gaining permission to assume full charge.
Her only hope was to go herself into the presence of the leader, and make a plea to him face to face.

Moore was already at the horses' heads, and was turning them about in the trail.

Cateras, smiling, pressed her arm with his fingers.
"This way, _senorita_." "Wait," and her eyes met his, showing no sign of fear.

"You take me, I presume, to Senor Mendez ?" "Of what need ?" in surprise.