Jane, she's comin' to! She ain't bad hurt!" Fay's long lashes fluttered; her eyes opened.

At first they seemed glazed over.

They looked dazed by pain.

Then they quickened, darkened, to shine with intelligence--bewilderment--memory--and sudden wonderful joy.
"Muvver--Jane!" she whispered.
"Oh, little Fay, little Fay!" cried Jane, lifting, clasping the child to her.
"Now, we've got to rustle!" said Lassiter, in grim coolness.

"Jane, look down the Pass!" Across the mounds of rock and sage Jane caught sight of a band of riders filing out of the narrow neck of the Pass; and in the lead was a white horse, which, even at a distance of a mile or more, she knew.
"Tull!" she almost screamed.
"I reckon.