See them clouds, sailin' up an' always sailin' up from the southwest, an' see that white mist 'roun' the highest peaks.

That's snow, an' it'll hit the pass just as it did when we was comin' over.

But we've got this in favor of ourselves an' our hosses now: The wind is on our backs." They rode hard now.

Dick had received the precious message from the President, and it would be a proud moment for him when he put it in the hands of the colonel.

He did not wish that moment to be delayed.