he companionship of the huge dog Timon, with his almost human
intelligence.

The lieutenant's memory of places was good, and, having a number of
hours of daylight at command, he escaped the mistake of his pursuers.
The turn from Dead Man's Gulch was made at the right point, and they
were miles on their way before their flight was discovered by Captain
Dawson and his friends.

Both of the fugitives did not doubt they would be pursued. They knew
the consuming anger that would take possession of her father, who
would probably collect several companions and start after them with
furious haste. He would take frightful vengeance upon the man that had
dared to steal his daughter. Everything, therefore, must be done to
keep beyond his reach until his wrath had time to cool. The intention
was to make Sacramento ahead of him. At that city, the lieutenant
would seek out his future father-in-law and plead his cause.

When night closed around them, they had penetrated to a distance of
perhaps fifteen miles in the Sierras. It was at sunset that they
passed a spot, where horses and riders, the latter on foot, had to
pick their way with extreme care, while even Timon, who clung
faithfully to them, showed timidity, though he had been over the place
before. The sagacious brute knew that a mis-step on his part meant
death. The passage, however, was made without mishap, and Russell, as
he helped his companion into the saddle, assured her that nothing so
trying to the nerves was to be expected during the rest of the
journey.

There was no fear of pursuit until after nightfall, but Russell
frequently pointed his glass backward and scanned the trail over his
whole field of vision. When the gathering darkness shut out
everything, he had seen nothing of enemies, either white or red. He
could not forget that on his previous journey, he and the captain had
desperate fighting with the Indians and the same peril still
impended.

Nellie was eager to cover all the ground possible, while the
opportunity was theirs, and the flight was pushed longer than Russell
would have advised. Finally, he insisted they should stop and rest
themselves and horses for the remainder of the night. The halting
place was selected with much care. The animals were turned loose,
where the grass was growing and a small stream wound its way toward a
larger one. Then the two, accompanied by Timon, pushed in among the
rocks to where the final halt was made.

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