You can be in the pines by sunup." In the silence that ensued Helen heard the throb of her heart and the panting little breaths of her sister.

They both peered out, hands clenched together, watching and listening in strained attention.
"It's possible that rider last night wasn't a messenger to Anson," said Dale.

"In that case Anson won't make anythin' of our wheel tracks or horse tracks.

He'll go right on to meet the regular stage.

Bill, can you go back an' meet the stage comin' before Anson does ?" "Wal, I reckon so--an' take it easy at thet," replied Bill.
"All right," continued Dale, instantly.