Donald headed the horse toward the rocks and then down behind them.  The rocks gave way into a small cave with a stream running through it.  It seemed as likely a spot as any to hide.  He found some dry brush and started propping it up at the gap to hide it from discovery.<br/><br/>He was not at all certain it would work, with the dogs following their trail.  His only hope was that by riding, the horse had masked the girl's scent.  Surely the dogs were tracking her, and not her horse.  As baying started to increase, he pulled the girl out of the saddle, gently, and laid a finger to his lips.  Together they huddled in the small cave, hoping against hope that the search party would pass above them.<br/><br/>The horse was agitated and kept shuffling about he tried to reach out and calm it, but it did not settle down.  Looking to Sabine, he implored her "Comfort your beast milady."