It is a simple matter." Zmai handed Chauvenet the revolver he had taken from the silent man on the horse.
"I am ready," he reported.
"Go ahead; we follow;" and they started toward the bungalow, Zmai riding beside the captive and holding fast to the led-horse.

Where the road was smooth they sent the horses forward at a smart trot; but the captive accepted the gait; he found the stirrups again and sat his saddle straight.

He coughed now and then, but the hemp sack was sufficiently porous to give him a little air.

As they rode off his silent submission caused Durand to ask: "Are you sure of the man, my dear Jules ?" "Undoubtedly.

I didn't get a square look at him, but he's a gentleman by the quality of his clothes.