On the surface, the humans began to gather their things quietly and load the horses. None of them had a particular lot of possessions with them, but Grandpa wordlessly took some of Denholm's more useful things.
Mia glanced over her shoulder again. There was no sign of Ford. His disappearing power was quite effective, she couldn't even see the lamp he must have been carrying in the cave…
Unless he was truly gone. Maybe he'd slipped away.
Reluctantly, she decided she couldn't hold it against him after her father's anger. Ford had, presumably, what he wanted, or had at least given up hope of there being treasure in the cave.
That's what he'd come to the country for. What he'd worked for since leaving the mines. She could look for him, and find him, but if he didn't want that, neither did she.
