There was still the chance that in losing sight of her she might escape him, but the risk seemed small.

And a trifling circumstance had almost unconsciously influenced him--after his romantic and superstitious fashion--as to this final step.
He had been singularly moved when he heard that San Luis was the lady's probable destination.

It did not seem to bear any relation to the mountain wilderness and the wild life she had just quitted; it was apparently the most antipathic, incongruous, and inconsistent refuge she could have taken.

It offered no opportunity for the disposal of booty, or for communication with the gang.

It was less secure than a crowded town.