Her look flashed to Burke Ranger.

He was galloping still--galloping hard.

One glimpse she had of his face as he drew near, and she knew that he saw the man ahead of him, for it was set and terrible--the face of a devil.
The next instant she heard the awful crash of collision.

There was a confusion indescribable, there on the very brink of the ravine.
Then one horse and its rider went hurling headlong down that wall of stones.

The other horseman struck spurs into his animal and galloped up the narrow path to the head of the ravine without a backward glance.
She was left transfixed by horror in a growing darkness that seemed to penetrate to her very soul.