With her white face set despairingly toward home she swept wildly on.
Her long hair broke from its confinement, to stream in the night air, adding to the wildness of her appearance.
Over the hills and through the valleys she flew, the clatter of her enemies in pursuit growing plainer and nearer.
Then shots were fired while the bullets flew uncomfortably near.
But one thought was in her mind now.
Could she reach home?
Ever and anon she glanced wildly back, and every time her hopes sank lower.
“Hold up there if you value your life!” thundered the leader of the horsemen.
His words only served to make her urge her failing horse on to greater exertions.
The next moment her home burst into view.