“Yes. I’ll have to.”
“Get up on my horse and I’ll give her to you. That’s right Well, I’ll see you later.”
And with that the stockman was gone. For long they could see him, plunging slowly forward through the drifts, getting always smaller and smaller, till distance and the growing darkness swallowed him.
Presently the girl in Ridgway’s arms opened her eyes.
“I heard what you and he said,” she told him quietly.
“About what?” he smiled down into the white face that looked up into his.
“You know. About our danger. I’m not afraid, not the least little bit.”
“You needn’t be. We’re coming through, all right. Sam will make it to the ranch. He’s a man in a million.”
“I don’t mean that. I’m not afraid, anyway, whether we do or not.”
“Why?” he asked, his heart beating wildly.