At that moment the moon came out unusually clear.
"I can see two men on horseback, passing each other," cried Bertha.
Mr. Tim nodded.
"Yes—the guard. They ride around the bunch in opposite ways, you know."
"Let's go nearer! I want to see," proposed Tilly, trying to quiet the restless movements of her pony.
"'FOLLOW ME—QUICK!' HE ORDERED"
The man shook his head.
"I reckon not, Miss Tilly. A stampede ain't what I'm looking for to amuse you all to-night."