After a long swim a sand bar was reached, they landed in safety, and, not to let the horses get cold, the chief pushed on for a couple of miles and went into camp, with the remark: “We are safe now, Miss Fallon, and you can rest through the night.” CHAPTER VIII. IN THE INDIAN VILLAGE. What the outlaw called safety was for himself and the Indians alone, and far from it for poor Lucille. He believed that the three fords were guarded still, that he might run upon a scouting party from the soldiers’ camps at any moment, and he did not feel at ease until he had crossed the river with his captive. It was bold in him to venture so near the upper ford, believing a party of soldiers to be there, yet he knew that the wild nature of the country through which the river flowed above would keep him from crossing for many a long mile, and, for Lucille’s sake alone, to his credit be it said, he wished to cross by the unknown ford, though, strictly speaking, it was not a ford, but a place where a horse or man might get over by swimming. Lucille had escaped getting wet in crossing, and, as before, was given a secluded camping place to herself. The chief made it most comfortable, as there was no hurry now, by cutting pine boughs and building a wikiup and placing the pine straw as a couch, with the cushions from the coach upon it. A little fire was built near, just to make it more homelike, the chief said, and an extra supper was prepared for all. Night fell, and soon after supper the tired girl, for she was tired, sank to sleep in a few minutes. She awoke once in the night, to hear an owl hooting in the trees not far away, and a coyote yelping a short distance from camp. But she banished all thought with an effort of her will, and went to sleep again, awakening only when the sun had risen. “I hope you rested well last night, Miss Fallon?” “I enjoyed a good night’s rest, thank you.” “A ride of a little over thirty miles, and you will be in your new home to-night.” “Home! Do not desecrate the name, for it will be a prison, not a home to me,” she said bitterly. “Breakfast is ready for you.” She ate it, her spirits returned, and once more she mounted for the ride. Toward noon they began to climb the range she had seen from far across the river, and soon after the chief halted for dinner. Then up the steep trail they climbed again, Lucille glancing back from time to time to behold the scenery, and, while the sun was yet two hours above the horizon, they came to a pass in the mountains, where she suddenly beheld an Indian sentinel standing in the trail ahead of them. “Where is the chief?” asked the outlaw in the Indian tongue, and which was as Hebrew to Lucille.