As the dull pounding of the hoofs came nearer and nearer, the bandits peered eagerly from the protecting bushes, pistols in their hands for immediate use should their chief give the word.
But as they gazed at the highway, its white course seeming like some huge piece of ribbon stretched along the ground, they were amazed to see a girl and a man sweep around the bend, followed close by two more women.
Each of the three females was heavily veiled and wrapped in shawls that covered the saddles.
More than that the desperadoes could not see for the late riders were going at a fast gallop.
"Probably been to some party," commented Jim when they had disappeared up the road.
"They're mighty quiet if they have," declared John.
"Righto! They act more to me like people who are trying to escape from some one," interposed Jesse.
"Maybe they've heard we were in the neighbourhood and are keeping quiet so they won't attract us," suggested Cole.
"Non—" began his chief, then suddenly stopped, whistled low and gasped: