"How did you know I was out with the Riders?"
"I didn't know ye was there. I took a long shot ter fix ye, that's all."
"All right, now, here are your pistols. Take them and get as fast as you can. Don't try to use them now, but when you get the drop on me again you had better pull the trigger."
Wade watched Thompson as he made his departure. When he had put considerable distance between them Al fired both his pistols in the air and gave one of his old-time Comanche yells that vibrated through the woodland.
"I'll git ye yet," he cried back. "Ye hain't, got away from me, an' what's more, ye hain't a-goin' ter."
Wade drifted back across the stream to where he had left Nora, and found her shaking from fright.
"You didn't take these matters so seriously when I first came into this country," said Jack.
"No," replied Nora, "for then I did not think as I do now. I really believed you were about to commit murder. Oh, Jack, how happy you have made me, by withholding your hand."
"Once you said it would be better for me to kill Thompson at sight. Did you not?"
"I did not, Jack. That is what father told you."