"
"I am tired," said Roldan, indifferently. "I want to sleep."
"Sleep? Very well. Come here."
He lifted him upon a large horse, then mounted behind and encircled him
with one arm.
"Go to sleep," he said; and cantered rapidly down the valley, followed
by his thieving horde.
VII
When Roldan awoke he shivered slightly: the breath of winter was about
him. He peered into the dusk, but could only gather that he was in a
forest of huge trees on the side of a mountain. High above the wind was
surging. He had a curious sense of travelling through the depths of the
sea in a vacuum, the roar of suspended waters just over his head.
Behind, between the giant trees, was a moving column of horses and men.
"Where are we?" he asked Anastacio.
"In the mountains, in a redwood forest. My pueblo is not far."
"What mountains? What forest?"
"That you will not know."
"Where is Adan?"
"On a stout mustang between two faithful followers of mine."
"They are unnecessary. He would not leave me."
"Perhaps not. Sometimes the white man lies and sometimes he is true."
Roldan sat up; his tired head had rested against the shoulder of his
captor.
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