For it came to her that the horse was tiring in that rush through the sand with double weight upon its back.
“Courage!” cried the man behind her as her fearful eyes met his.
As he spoke they reached the end of the cañon and firm ground simultaneously. Helen saw that her rescuer had now a revolver in his hand, and that he was firing in such a way as to deflect the leaders to the left. At first the change in course was hardly perceptible, but presently she noticed that they were getting closer to the outskirts of the herd, working gradually to the extreme right, edging inch by inch, ever so warily, toward safety. Going parallel to their course, running neck and neck with the cow pony, lumbered a great dun steer. Unconsciously it blocked every effort of the horseman to escape. He had one shot left in his revolver, and this time he did not fire into the air. It was a mighty risk, for the animal in falling might stagger against the horse and hunt them all down to death. But the man took it without apparent hesitation. Into the ear of the bullock he sent the lead crashing. The brute stumbled and went down head over heels. Its flying hoofs struck the flanks of the pony, but the bronco stuck to its feet, and next moment staggered out from among the herd stragglers and came to halt.
The man slid from its back and lifted down the half-fainting girl. She clung to him, white a trembling. “Oh, it was horrible, Ned!” She could still look down in imagination upon the sea of dun backs that swayed and surged about them like storm-tossed waves.
“It was a near thing, but we made it, girl. So did Jim. He got out before we did. It’s all past now. You can remember it as the most exciting experience of your life.”
She shuddered. “I don’t want to remember it at all.” And so shaken was she that she did not realize that his arm was about her the while she sobbed on his shoulder.
“A cattle stampede is a nasty thing to get in front of. Never mind. It’s done with now and everybody’s safe.”
She drew a long breath. “Yes, everybody’s safe and you are back home. Why didn’t you come after your cousin was killed?”
“I had to finish my work.”
“And did you finish it?”