There was no visible indication that the cowboys intended to pursue.
They had apparently gone into camp not five miles distant.
Frank kept on with the Steam Man until twenty miles had been covered.
Then he came to a halt.
It seemed as if they must feel safe here. Accordingly, arrangements were made for passing the night.
A comfortable seat was arranged for Bessie Rodman and, much exhausted by the fatigue of her experiences, she quickly fell asleep.
But tears had wet her cheeks and trembled on her eyelashes. Frank had told her of her father’s death.
“Oh, I fear it is more than I can bear,” she declared, in agony of spirit. “My dear, dear father. Oh, if I were a man, how I would avenge him!”
“There are plenty to do that,” replied Frank, cheeringly. “The villain shall surely pay for his evil deeds.”
“I hope it may come to pass,” she said, sincerely.