Was he trying to deceive her?
Pretending he would help her?
She flung herself into the saddle, giving the horse the signal to run; and, as the animal obeyed and broke into his prairie run, she cast one fearful glance behind her.

The man was pursuing her at a gallop! He was crossing the valley.

There was a stream to cross, but he would cross it.
He had determination in every line of his flying figure.

His voice was pursuing her, too.

It seemed as if the sound reached out and clutched her heart, and tried to draw her back as she fled.