Goodby." Duane, with blurred sight and contracting throat, gripped his uncle's hand and bade him a wordless farewell.

Then he leaped astride the black and rode out of town.
As swiftly as was consistent with a care for his steed, Duane put a distance of fifteen or eighteen miles behind him.

With that he slowed up, and the matter of riding did not require all his faculties.

He passed several ranches and was seen by men.

This did not suit him, and he took an old trail across country.