He was ridin' some.

An' he slowed up goin' past us.

Now he's runnin' again." Dale shook his head as if he did not like the circumstances.
"Milt, he'll never get by Roy on this road," said Joe.
"Maybe he'll get by before Roy strikes in on the road." "It ain't likely." Helen could not restrain her fears.

"Mr.Dale, you think he was a messenger--going ahead to post that--that Anson gang ?" "He might be," replied Dale, simply.
Then the young man called Joe leaned out from the seat above and called: "Miss Helen, don't you worry.

Thet fellar is more liable to stop lead than anythin' else." His words, meant to be kind and reassuring, were almost as sinister to Helen as the menace to her own life.