"What do you mean?"
"Nothing but this–keep your eyes open, and study your Mr. Pond closely."
"There is nothing dangerous about him?"
Miss Neidic laughed heartily.
"Nothing very dangerous to you, at any rate," she said; "but if they all go in the morning, we must see Persimmon Bill to-night."
"That is so. Shall I bring the horses round?"
"No. We might be overheard. I will go to the stables. Get the horses ready. I have some things to put up for Bill, and I will come as soon as I pack them in a pair of saddle-bags."
Jack now left for the stable, and Miss Neidic, with a woman's forethought, began to gather up many little things which might be useful to her outlaw lover, who had little chance to procure articles of comfort, not to speak of luxury, except when on some raid in the settlements.
In ten minutes she was ready and on her way to the stables.
Jack had her own favorite horse saddled, while for himself he chose the Black Hawk beauty.