Now you run on an' leave him to me." Wade became aware that she turned at his last words and regarded him attentively.

But his gaze was riveted on the striding form of Belllounds.
"Leave him to you?
For what reason, my friend ?" she asked.
"Buster Jack's on the rampage.

Can't you see that?
He'll insult you.
He'll--" "I will not go," interrupted Columbine, and, halting her pony, she deliberately dismounted.
Wade grew concerned with the appearance of young Belllounds, and it was with a melancholy reminder of the infallibility of his presentiments.

As he and Columbine halted in the trail, Belllounds's hurried stride lengthened until he almost ran.

He carried the rifle forward in a most significant manner.