“But I've just found gold,” said the boy excitedly.
“And I've just found your—cousin. Come!”
He spurred his horse across Clarence's scattered implements, half helped, half lifted, the boy into the saddle of the second horse, and, with a cut of his riata over the animal's haunches, the next moment they were both galloping furiously away.
CHAPTER IX
Torn suddenly from his prospective future, but too much dominated by the man beside him to protest, Clarence was silent until a rise in the road, a few minutes later, partly abated their headlong speed, and gave him chance to recover his breath and courage.
“Where is my cousin?” he asked.
“In the Southern county, two hundred miles from here.”
“Are we going to him?”
“Yes.”