"Hold on, Harriet!" Wambush cried out, as she was moving away. Westerfelt could no longer see her, and then he heard her close the door and start down-stairs.
"Come on, Toot"—the leader whipped his horse up against that of Wambush.
Some of the others had already started away.
Toot did not move. He was still looking at the spot where Harriet Floyd had stood.
"It simply means the halter, you blamed fool!"
Wambush stared into the mask of the speaker, and then reluctantly rode away.
Chapter VIII
When Harriet returned she found Westerfelt lying face downward on the floor. In his fall he had unconsciously clutched and torn down the curtain, and like a shroud it lay over him. She was trying to raise him, when the door opened and her mother appeared.