She marked the course they were traveling. It was almost due east. They followed the trail to the Frying Pan and Bar X for about five miles, then left it to take a course south. They twisted in and out of the brush, slid down banks and scrambled up sheer slides. Snippets estimated that they were about ten miles from town when she was transferred to a waiting buckboard. As she was driven away in this, she heard the mooing of cattle and the shouts of men, and she knew that the cattle were being driven across their trail to hide it. There were two men in the buckboard with her. She sat on the driver's seat with one, while another knelt in the rear. Suddenly the man behind her dropped a sack over her head which blinded her completely. Even breathing was difficult. A half hour later she was lifted from the buckboard and carried into a house. The sack was removed and she found herself in a perfectly bare room. One of the men carried a flickering lantern; by its light she sized up her two captors. She had never seen either of them before. One was tall and thin, with a drooping mustache, and the other was a short, powerfully built Mexican. "Yuh stay quiet and yuh won't get hurted," the one with the mustache said. "If yuh don't, I'll----" the Mexican began. She could not resist saying: "You know who will come after me, don't you? The Wolf!" It amused her and gave her courage to see how they jumped. The Mexican snarled as, followed by the other, he left the room. They took the lamp and left her in total darkness. She satisfied herself that the blinds on the windows were securely fastened, then tried to figure out where she was. She puzzled on this until her head nodded and she fell asleep. She was awakened by the opening of the door. Sun streamed through the cracks in the blinds. A man entered. He was of medium height; his hat was pulled down over his eyes and a handkerchief covered his face. "I'm not going to beat about the bush. You know where the Wolf holes out and you might as well tell me now as later," the man said. There was something about the voice that was vaguely familiar, but the handkerchief muffled the tones so that she could not place it. "I don't know where he is," she faltered. "Spill it," repeated the man roughly. "I'm not going to stand here all day. I'm asking you where the Wolf holes out. You have only a little time. If yuh don't tell I'll turn you over to the Mexican out there. I'm comin' back." He went out and locked the door after him. Snippets tried to pull herself together. Again and again she told herself that Allen would come, yet in spite of herself the fear grew. She ran to the blinds and beat against them with her hands; then she paced the room like a trapped animal. At last, worn out, she dropped on the floor.