A call awakened her, and, fifteen minutes after, they were again in the saddle, this time the chief riding ahead of her, his masked followers coming along behind her. “Why do they mask still? for they are all Indians, I have discovered,” she said to the chief. “You are not so sure of that.” “Oh, yes, I am,” was the girl’s confident reply. “I wasn’t born in the West, but I know an Indian when I see one.” Another long ride through the darkness of six hours, and the chief called a halt, two hours before dawn. Again Lucille was placed in a secluded spot, her shelter put up and she was made comfortable, the chief remarking: “We will not move for five hours this time, so you will have another rest, so make the best of it.” Again she slept soundly, and when she awoke the sun was shining brightly. She at once realized her position, and sighed. But she went to a rivulet near and made her toilet, then sat down on a rock and ate the breakfast which the chief had cooked. He had killed a deer, and gave her a nice steak, some bacon broiled on the coals, a crisp hoecake, and a cup of coffee in which there was some condensed milk and sugar he had brought from Pioneer City. She ate heartily, mounted her horse, and again took her place behind the chief, who remarked quietly: “As you can see through masks, Miss Fallon, I told my men to take them off.” “Yes, they are Indians, and a cruel-looking lot they are, though with hearts that are not as evil as their master’s, for their training has been to kill, torture, and rob an enemy, yours far different.” He bit his lip, but made no reply, and again rode to the front. After a short while he said: “Buffalo Bill and your father are up at the fords with Lieutenant Worth, hunting Indians, as you doubtless know. Jack Jessop got in during the night, and doubtless sent word of the holdup of the coach both to the fort and to Pioneer City, so that the troops, if sent at once on the trail, have now reached Monument Hill.” “On your trail?” “Yes, but a long distance behind, for we are over forty miles from the hill, and before night I shall cross the river into the Indian country, as I know of a secret trail over the mountain range you see ahead of us which will cut off half a day’s hard ride, and treat you to a view of some magnificent scenery as well.” “You are very thoughtful to treat me to grand scenery under such circumstances.” “Well, I wish to make your captivity as pleasant to you as possible; but I have to ride hard, as I will only feel safe when I get you across the river.” “And I shall be less safe.”