he was going, or into what dreadful adventure the pursuit might lead him. The Sahib was Ali's general, and good soldiers always obey their generals. Besides, Ali did not doubt that the Sahib would soon organize a party and follow. He might even now be just behind them a few miles away. He had never failed him yet and he would not this time. He was a wonderful man.
Just as the long purple shadows of sunset were stretching across the Californian desert, the tigress reached the mountain towards which she had been bending her steps, closely followed by Ali and Joie.
Here she left the highway and struck into a canyon leading at right angles to the road. Joie and Ali followed, although the going was rough. For half an hour
