Bourn gently. She sat up with a start, not seeing him clearly in the murky starlight. “What is it?” she demanded. “We going to try and get away,” he told her. He walked over to the canelo and saddled it, thinking. It wasn’t going to be easy to get out of there, but they were better off with regard to horses than they had been. He would ride the canelo and was glad to be with his own mount again. Grant and Philo could ride their own horse and the Indian pony. Mrs. Bourn could take the mule. He would have preferred for them to all walk and lead their animals for the start of the escape so that they could not be so easily seen against the skyline, but that wouldn’t be possible because neither Philo nor Grant were in a fit state to walk. If they were going, they would go now before the Indians started to move in close under cover of the dark. Even so there was a great risk. It was not truly dark and Indian eyes were sharp. So were Indian ears. McAllister reckoned the best thing they could do was to work their way south first and then come around into the east below the Indians.
