CHAPTER XXXIV.
CRITICISM After the first burst of speed, Bard resigned himself to following Sally, knowing that he could never catch her, first because her horse carried a burden so much lighter than his own, but above all because the girl seemed to know every rock and twist in the trail, and rode as courageously through the night as if it had been broad day.
She was following a course as straight as a crow's flight between the ranch of Drew and his old place, a desperate trail that veered and twisted up the side of the mountain and then lurched headlong down on the farther side of the crest.

Half a dozen times Anthony checked his horse and shook his head at the trail, but always the figure of the girl, glimmering through the dusk ahead, challenged and drove him on.
Out of the sharp descent of the downward trail they broke suddenly onto the comparatively smooth floor of the valley, and he followed her at a gallop which ended in front of the old house of Drew.

They had been far less than five hours on the way, yet his long detour to the south had given him three days of hard riding to cover the same points.

His desire to meet Logan again became almost a passion.

He swung to the ground, and advanced to Sally with his hands outstretched.
"You've shown me the short cut, all right," he said, "and I thank you a thousand times, Sally.