From open places Duane looked down.

When they surmounted the steep ascent and stood on top of the Rim Rock, with no signs of pursuit down in the valley, and with the wild, broken fastnesses before them, Duane turned to the girl and assured her that they now had every chance of escape.
"But--your--wound!" she faltered, with dark, troubled eyes.

"I see--the blood--dripping from your back!" "Jennie, I'll take a lot of killing," he said.
Then he became silent and attended to the uneven trail.

He was aware presently that he had not come into Bland's camp by this route.

But that did not matter; any trail leading out beyond the Rim Rock was safe enough.