Do you know how far we are from the
Mexican border?"
"Not more than five or six miles, I believe," Laura replied.
Lenora rose softly to her feet and strolled to the back of the range
wagon. In a few moments she reappeared, carrying a piece of paper in her
hand. She stooped down.
"Craig's saddling up," she whispered. "Look what he dropped."
She held out the paper, on which was traced a roughly drawn map.
"That line's the river that marks the Mexican border," she explained. "You
see where Long Jim's put the cross? That's where the bridge is. That other
cross is the camp."
She pointed away southwards.
"That's the line," she continued. "Laura, where's the Professor?"
"I don't know," Laura replied. "He rode off some time ago, said he was
going to meet Mr. Quest."
"If only he were here!" Lenora muttered. "I feel sure Craig means to
escape. There he goes."
They saw him ride off into the darkness. Lenora ran to where her horse was
tethered.
"I'm going after him," she announced. "Listen, Laura. If they arrive soon,
send them after me. That's the line, as near as I can tell you," she
added, pointing.
"Wait; I'm coming too!" Laura exclaimed.
Lenora shook her head.
"You must stay here and tell them about it," she insisted. "I shall be all
right."
She galloped off while Laura was still undecided. Almost at that moment
she heard from behind the welcome sound of horses' feet in the opposite
direction and Quest alone galloped up.
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