Night came on, but the outlaws rode on for an hour or more, when they halted at a small spring in a thicket. Celeste was made more comfortable in a shelter of boughs, hastily cut and thrown up, and when supper was ready she ate heartily of antelope-steak, crackers, and coffee. She was rather glad to have got rid of the masked chief, of whom she stood in the greatest awe, and Wolf never spoke to her unless she addressed some remark to him. When she lay down upon the blanket-bed, spread upon fine straw, which he had made for her, she sank at once to sleep. She had no thought of escape, for what could she do there alone in that wild, trackless land? She would bide her time and await the result, be it what it might. She was awakened early in the morning, and the march was at once begun again, a halt being made a couple of hours later for breakfast. While it was being prepared she was allowed to wander at will, Wolf calling her only when it was ready, and thus showing that they had not the slightest idea that she would do so foolish a thing as to escape from them, to perish in the wilderness, or meet death by being attacked by wild beasts. When the start was again made, Wolf said: "When we halt for our noon camp, miss, I will have to blindfold you, and bind your hands." "Ah! you consider me very dangerous, then?" she said, with a smile. "You doubtless are dangerous, miss, in more ways than one; but it is to prevent your seeing where we take you that you are to be blindfolded." "Do you think I could guide a party after you?" "You have the nerve to do it, miss." "But why bind my hands?" "To prevent your removing the bandage from your eyes, miss." "I will pledge you my word that I will not do so." "I believe you would keep your word, miss; but the chief is a man who is merciless, and his orders were to blindfold and bind you, and if I disobey he would shoot me down as though I were in reality a wolf." "Perhaps not much loss, but I will submit," said Celeste with a sigh, for she had enjoyed the scenery, and her freedom as well this far, and now must be both blindfolded and bound. CHAPTER XXIV. THE TWO FUGITIVES. It will be remembered that when Buffalo Bill and Doctor Dick rode away from the caved-in mine and crushed cabin of the two gold-hunters in the Grand Canyon, there were human eyes following their movements that they little dreamed were upon them. Gazing at them from a hiding-place half a mile away were two men whose faces showed much anxiety as they saw the scout and the gold king moving about their quarters, when they had believed themselves hidden from all search by friend or foe. Those two were Andrew Seldon and Lucas Langley. Their escape had been miraculous, from being buried in the mine beneath the cliff, and they had established for themselves new quarters up the Grand Canyon a few miles away from their former home.