“I didn’t know what to expect of the Indian; so I hid my horse in the grove, and went into concealment myself at the bend in the trail; for I didn’t know but I might be needed, seeing that the riders of the horses seemed to be women.
“When I saw that you were one of them, I was too astonished for anything. And then the Indian went up the hill; and——Well, you know the rest.”
“Oh, you are so brave!” she said.
“Not I. You see, anybody would have done that; and when I saw that it was you, I’d have died there fighting that rascal to get you away from him.”
“If he gets those horses, he’ll follow us,” she said, glancing back along the trail.
“He’ll follow, anyway, I think, horses or no horses; and some of those Indians can run like antelopes. The trouble is, he’s likely to get help.”
“He is a good runner.”
“He didn’t insult nor abuse you?”
“No; but I was dreadfully afraid of him. The girl was jealous of me.”
“Jealous?”