After that he was wary and watchful and full of his purpose.
Within ten minutes Evadna walked into the trap.

They had started, and were fifty yards up the trail, when Phoebe shouted frantically after them.

And because she was yet a timid rider and feared to keep the pace set by the others, it was Evadna who heard and turned back to see what was the trouble.

Aunt Phoebe was standing beside the road, waving a flask.
"It's the cream for your coffee," she cried, going to meet Evadna.

"You can slip it into your jacket-pocket, can't you, honey?
Huckleberry is so steady--and you won't do any wild riding like the boys." "I've got my veil and a box of bait and two handkerchiefs and a piece of soap," the girl complained, reaching down for the bottle, nevertheless.
"But I can carry it in my hand till I overtake somebody to give it to." The somebody proved to be Good Indian, who had found it necessary to stop and inspect carefully the left forefoot of his horse, without appearing aware of the girl's approach.