Chapter FiveStartled, Lord Harleston looked in the direction she was pointing.
Far away on the horizon was a long line that appeared to be coming nearer and behind it a cloud of dust.
He glanced quickly in the direction of the wagons and realised that, while they had been watching the horses and washing, the wagons had moved on quite a considerable way from them.
He put out his hand towards the trap and, almost as if they sensed that something was wrong, the horses put their heads up and were already beginning to move out of the water and in the direction of the other horses.
Lord Harleston would have stopped them, but Nelda said with a cry,
“We must hide! Our only – hope is to – hide.”
Without saying anything more she sprang as lithely as a young gazelle over the stream onto the ban
