She told him there was no other. "And this will run all night," she added. "Sometimes it runs like this for days. I ought to have known there would be a flood here. But it all depends on which side of the mountain the heavy rain falls. Henry," she said, turning to him and as if thinking of a question she wanted to ask, "how did you happen to come to me just to-night when I wanted you so?" "I came because you sent for me," he answered, surprised. "But I didn't send for you." He stopped, dumfounded. "What do you mean, Nan?" he demanded uneasily. "I got your message on the telephone to come at once and take you away." "Henry! I didn't send any message--when did you get one?" "Last night, in my office in Sleepy Cat, from a man that refused to give his name." "I never sent any message to you," she insisted in growing wonderment. "I have been locked in a room for three days, dearie. The Lord knows I wanted to send you word. Who ever telephoned a message like that? Was it a trap to get you in here?" He told her the story--of the strenuous efforts he had made to discover the identity of the messenger--and how he had been balked. "No matter," said Nan, at last. "It couldn't have been a trap. It must have been a friend, surely, not an enemy." "Or," said de Spain, bending over her as if he were afraid she might escape, and putting his face close to hers, "some mildly curious person, some idle devil, Nan, that wanted to see what two timid men would look like, mixed up in a real fight over the one girl in the mountains both are trying to marry at once." "Henry," every time she repeated his name de Spain cared less for what should happen in the rest of the world, "what are we going to do now? We can't stay here all night--and take what they will greet us with in the morning." He answered her question with another: "What about trying to get out by El Capitan?" She started in spite of herself. "I mean," he added, "just to have a look over there, Nan." "How could you even have a look a night like this?" she asked, overcome at the thought of the dizzy cliff. "It would be certain death, Henry." "I don't mean at the worst to try to cross it till we get a glimpse of daylight. But it's quite a way over there. I remember some good hiding-places along that trail. We may find one where I can build a little fire and dry you out. I'm more worried over you being wet all night than the rest of it. The question is, Can we find a trail up to where we want to go?" "I know two or three," she answered, "if they are only not flooded." The storm seemed to have passed, but the darkness was intense, and from above the northern Superstitions came low mutterings of thunder. Compelled to strike out over the rocks to get up to any of the trails toward El Capitan, Nan, helped by de Spain when he could help, led the ascent toward the first ledge they could hope to follow on their dangerous course.