"Here's your canteen," she said.
Again the flap was thrust aside, and the ugly face looked in upon her
with a leer.
"Where are we, and where are we going?" asked Stella.
"We're in the Wich--"
"Hey, Jack, stow that," cried the driver.
"But it won't do no harm--"
"You know what the orders is," said the other significantly.
"Sorry I can't tell y'u, lady. Orders is orders."
"Oh, well, I don't suppose it would do me any good to know where I am,
anyway, but you might as well tell me what you are going to do with me.
It would relieve my anxiety, and make me feel better."
"There ain't no harm comin' to y'u, lady, while I am with y'u," said the
fellow, with a hateful leer that made Stella shudder.
"Thank you," she said faintly, as with a sigh she laid her head back
again with her wet handkerchief on her brow.
So the stage rumbled on for almost an hour, with Stella the prey of
sickness and pain. She doubted if she could have walked even if she had
been permitted to leave the stage.
But as she lay there she thought, and from the scraps of conversation
she had heard, and from what her guide was about to tell her when he was
interrupted by the driver, she knew that she had been captured and
abducted during the fight by Shan Rhue's men, and that she was in the
Wichita Mountains.
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