Sally took a step toward him. "We bring ye bullets, sir, from the Mountain settlement," she said.
"Bullets!" Sally wondered if she interpreted aright the glance he gave to Captain Camp. Did it contain relief? "Ye bring us bullets?" he repeated slowly, as the men at the table raised their heads and turned toward them.
"Aye, sir," nodded the girl, as Zenas stood silent and shy behind her. "The women o' the Mountain and thereabouts did meet at Mistress Keturah Harrison's and mould 'em, sir!"
"Where are the bullets, young mistress?" asked Captain Littell.
"We did leave them i' the saddlebags on the horses, sir—outside," answered Sally, jerking a thumb over her shoulder.
Captain Littell turned to his associate. "Will ye ha' the saddlebags removed hither, sir?" he requested.
Captain Camp strode out of the room, careful to slip quickly through the door so that no light might go with him. But in a moment he was back, an odd expression upon his face.
"Nay, there are no horses in front o' this tavern," he said, looking searchingly at Sally and Zenas.
Sally's jaw dropped. "No horses, sir?" Her hands flew to her heart. "Why, where are our horses?" she gasped.
