“I will go to the stable and get my best horse for you, yes, two of them, for one you can use as a pack-animal. I will fit you up a disguise, some provisions to last you a week or more, and when all is in readiness you can meet me at the cliff on the trail to Hangman’s Gulch.
“That trail is well traveled, and you can take the bed of the stream then, following down it for miles. This will destroy any trail, for I will drag back a bush over the trail of the horses to the stream, leaving a rope to it as though a horse had been hitched to it and had broke away.”
“You are as ingenious as Buffalo Bill, sis.”
“When we are working for a life our brains are on the alert, brother. Now you get the provisions, blankets, ammunition, and weapons packed up, for I will bring them to you with the pack-saddle at once, and I will see to the horses going to the edge of the timber. You will have to carry the pack-saddle that far yourself, but the other horse will be all saddled and bridled ready for you.”
“I will not mind it, Ruth; but I want the best animals you have.”
“You shall have them.”
“And you know that I have no money.”
“Indeed?”
“It is so.”
“I heard that you had been allowed to keep what you had on you of value when taken.”