He looked through the little window on that side.
“Hello!” he said. “This old hearse has been doing some tall traveling since we hit the trail. Either that, or we have found each other such pleasant company that time has fled faster than either of us was aware. I prefer to think it is the latter.”
He looked at her again, as if musing.
“I want to say to you that if at any time you are very much tempted to sing out your discovery of who I am to the driver, better not do it.”
He pulled a revolver from his pocket, and laid it on the seat by him, with the muzzle toward her.
“Oh, I’m not going to use it,” he told her, when she shrank back in evident fright. “Not unless Cody appears in the trail, as I’m half expecting him to do; then I may use it on him. It’s a funny thing, the way he has been able to keep tab on me. He couldn’t find me, yet he seemed to know all the time about what I was doing. It’s my opinion that he heard I meant to leave the town, and thought I would walk. If so, it was a foolish idea; as he ought to know I never walk when good riding can be had.”
He looked at the hand bag again, lying on the floor of the stage at the woman’s feet.
“Anything else in that but your clothing?”
“Nothing!”
Her voice was weak from fear of him.