Didn't you hear what that man said?
It's you they're after.

Let's wait here until they're clean gone." "No, 'tain't; they ain't a wantin' me," the big fellow replied.
And before the young woman could protest further, he lifted her to the saddle as easily as if she were a child.

Then, springing to the back of his own horse, he led the way at a pace that would keep them within hearing of the company of men.
"Who is it, Matt?
Who is it, if it ain't you ?" asked the girl.
"Don't know for sure yet, but I'll tell you pretty soon." They had not gone far when Young Matt stopped the horse to listen intently; and soon by the sound he could tell that the party ahead had turned off the ridge road and were following the trail that leads down the eastern side of the mountain.

A moment longer the mountaineer listened, as if to make sure; then he spoke; "Them devils are goin' to the ranch after Dad Howitt.

Sammy, you've got to ride hard to-night.