The worrying's for me. I've loved him since ever I
was a child: since ever he came here. Well, you figure he's in
danger--so it's up to those who love him to do. You see, I--well, I
just love him with my whole soul."
She turned away. The reception of her confession seemed to concern her
not at all.
Out of the darkness loomed her father's great figure. He was leading
Nan's horse as well as his own. The girl leaped into the saddle, and
he passed his own reins up to her.
"I shan't be haf a minit," he said. "I need my guns. The boys are
waitin' by the barn."
He passed into the house. Then Nan observed Elvine. She, too, had
leaped into the saddle. Nor could the girl help being struck by the
manner of her action.
"You're goin' back home?" she cried.
Elvine shook her head resolutely.
"How--then?"
The wife suddenly urged her horse. It came right up to Nan's with an
almost spasmodic jump, driven by a vicious jab of the woman's spurred
heel.
The dark eyes were lit with an angry fire as she leaned forward in the
saddle.
Pages:
434
435
436
437
438
439
440
441
442
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450
451
452
453
454
455
456
457
458