"Then saddle our horses as quick as possible, please. If I had time," again turning to the outlaw leader, "I would explain, as I have much to tell; but some other time must do. Things are working around a little, and I may come out right side up after all."
"Good! and I, too, have done a good job to-day."
"So? Where'll we find you?"
"Tell Jack to lead you to the north side of "Bald Hill," where the branch cuts through the "Wildcat Range." He knows it well."
"Well, I must be off, and the sooner you are, the better. It's nearly ten o'clock now, and they'll be along by one, at the latest."
"So they may," laughed the outlaw, "but thanks to your warning, they'll find little to satisfy their appetite. Remember, 'Bald Hill.'"
"All right!" and then the young man vaulted into the saddle as Fyffe led up the horses, and the two men dashed rapidly along the road.
"Now Jack, old fellow," cried Poynter, "we must ride as if the 'gentleman in black' was at our horses' tails, or we'll be too late."
"Whar to?"
"My house. Do you know a path that we can go, so as to avoid meeting our friends who'll take the main road?"