Then Young Matt saw her lean forward in the saddle, and urge the little horse to even greater speed.

As they disappeared down the road, the giant turned and ran crashing through the brush down the steep side of the mountain.

There was no path to follow.

And with deep ravines to cross, rocky bluffs to descend or scale, and, in places, wild tangles of vines and brush and fallen trees, the trip before him would have been a hard one even in the full light of day.

At night, it was almost impossible, and he must go like a buck with the dogs in full cry.
When Sammy came in sight of her home, she began calling to her father, and, as the almost exhausted horse dashed up to the big gate, the door of the cabin opened, and Jim came running out.
Lifting his daughter from the trembling pony, he helped her into the house, where she sobbed out her message.
At the first word, "Wash Gibbs," Jim reached for a cartridge belt, and, by the time Sammy had finished, he had taken his Winchester from its brackets over the fireplace.