"He came for me and I downed him," Blake replied sullenly. "Never mind what started it."
"You're lying!" Kathleen told him fiercely. "I know you, Blake. You'd never have faced him if he had had a gun. You shot him in the back, or unarmed."
But Gavin interposed.
"If you're coming with us, get a move on. Rustle your own outfit."
They gave Blake scant time. Immediately Larry began to pack two ponies. If necessary these could be abandoned, but meanwhile they would save the saddle horses. In a few minutes they were packed. All but Gavin mounted. In the hall he took Kathleen in his great arms and kissed her.
"Good-by, Kit. No telling how this will come out. Remember what I told you."
"I'll remember," she said. "Good-by, Gan—and good luck."
He released her and swung into the saddle. In a moment they had vanished in the darkness, heading north for the pass which led into the wilderness of the hills—outlaws.