As the shuffling crowd began to snicker and whisper, Riggs gave Dale a malignant glance, shifted it to Helen, and then lurched away in the direction of his gun.
Dale did not pay any more attention to him.

Gathering up Helen's baggage, he said, "Come on," and shouldered a lane through the gaping crowd.

The girls followed close at his heels.
"Nell! what 'd I tell you ?" whispered Bo.

"Oh, you're all atremble!" Helen was aware of her unsteadiness; anger and fear and relief in quick succession had left her rather weak.

Once through the motley crowd of loungers, she saw an old gray stage-coach and four lean horses.