He seemed overcome by his relief. At all events, the wildness of his exclamation in face of the force barring the trail was without affectation.
"There is time? There is hope?"
"Yes! yes!" gasped Prather, as the men began to surround him.
"Why are you here? Why on his horse?"
"Leddy turned on me, too! I was fighting at Wingfield's side! We got two of them before dark! Then I was wounded and couldn't see to shoot. And I came for help. And you will be in time! He's in a good position!"
"I think you are lying!" said Galway.
"He couldn't help it!" said Bob Worther.
"How—how would I have his horse if he weren't willing?" protested
Prather, frantically.
"By stealing it, in keeping with your character!"
"Yes! On general principles we ought to—"