But, Jane, we've still got the game in our hands.

They're ridin' tired hosses.

Venters likely give them a chase.

He wouldn't forget that.

An' we've fresh hosses." Hurriedly he strapped on the saddle-bags, gave quick glance to girths and cinches and stirrups, then leaped astride.
"Lift little Fay up," he said.
With shaking arms Jane complied.
"Get back your nerve, woman! This's life or death now.