“That is the cause of the delay,” replied the captain, pointing to where the young rancher was doing his utmost to revive his mother.

The captain thought himself justified in turning the incident to account.

“She may not live more than half an hour.  I suppose, under the circumstances, you folks won’t vote to hang her son on his return, though it would be in keeping with your style of business.”

“No; we leave that work to such as shoot down men before their homes, as was done last night.  I didn’t expect anything like this,” he added more gently; “I will go back and report.  I was told to bring the ladies, and as I can’t take the elder just now, I suppose it’s best to leave both till I learn what Capt.  Inman wishes.”

Monteith Sterry caught a significant glance of Vesey, while speaking, but was utterly unable to interpret it.  He, however, removed to that side of the room, so as to place himself near him.  Still the rustler made no other sign.  Too many eyes were upon him.

One of Capt.  Asbury’s most noticeable points was his ability to “catch on” to a situation like the present.  He saw the look given by the visitor, and translated it as meaning that he wished to make some communication to the other.

“Sterry,” said the captain in his most rasping manner, “this is the fellow you were so tender on last night, and I suppose he will reciprocate when he gets a chance to draw a bead on you.  I will leave to you the happiness of escorting him through the door, for the pleasure would quite overwhelm me.”

“I am willing to act the gentleman at any time,” replied Sterry, quickly seizing the opportunity of bringing himself near enough to hear what Vesey said without any one else noting it.  As he was passing out the rustler remarked, in a quick undertone: 

“I did my best, old fellow, but it won’t work; they suspect something, and wouldn’t let me go near the stable after dark.  Sorry, but it’s no use.”

“But I thank you all the same,” guardedly responded Sterry.

CHAPTER XXXII.

THE HOSTAGE.

Despite the alarm caused by the sudden illness of Mrs. Whitney, it was quickly apparent that nothing serious was the matter with her.

She had succumbed temporarily to the intense strain to which she had been subjected, and, under the considerate attention shown her, speedily rallied, declaring herself, within five minutes after the departure of Vesey, as well as ever.

“No one can rejoice more than I,” observed Capt.  Asbury; “and, since it is so trifling, you will not misunderstand me when I say that your illness seems to have been providential.”

Fred and the rest looked inquiringly at the leader.

“The man who was here has gone back with the report of what he saw, and I think my words will cause him to represent the case—­well,” added the captain, with a smile, “as it appeared at that moment.  That will secure further delay.”