Again he was short and heavy and somewhat deformed of body.

But always he was everywhere in the night about her.
All this she pondered as they began the ride up the valley, but as the long journey continued, and the hours and the miles rolled past them, a racking weariness possessed her and numbed her mind.

She began to wish desperately for morning, but even morning might not bring an end to the ride.

That would be at the will of the outlaw beside her.
Finally, only one picture remained to her.

It stabbed across the darkness of her mind--the red hair and the keen eyes of Pierre.
The storm decreased as they went up the valley.