REFUGEES IN THE MOUNTAINS Without a knowledge of direction or purpose, Ridge suffered himself to be guided by his unknown friend through several narrow streets.

They ran at top speed and in silence, but behind them came a clamor of soldiers from the guard-house.

By their shouts that a prisoner was escaping, these aroused that portion of the town, and frightened occupants of squalid houses caught shadowy glimpses of the fugitives as they sped past.

To the pursuers these same spectators pointed eagerly the course taken by those who fled, so that the scent of the chase was kept hot.
A sudden turn disclosed three horses, one bearing a rider, and all standing motionless.

A glad whinny of recognition came from one as Ridge Norris gained its side, and in another moment his own Senorita was speeding him away from the scene of his recent danger.
As the three swept through the outer picket-line unharmed by its thick flying bullets, they were startled by a clatter of hoofs at right angles to their course, and coming swiftly towards them.