THE PURSUIT Straight across the prairie she galloped, not daring to stop for an instant, with the voice pursuing her.

For hours it seemed to ring in her ears, and even after she was far beyond any possibility of hearing it she could not be sure but there was now and then a faint echo of it ringing yet, "Hello!"-- ringing like some strange bird amid the silence of the world.
There were cattle and sheep grazing on the bench, and the horse would fain have stopped to dine with them; but the girl urged him on, seeming to make him understand the danger that might be pursuing them.
It was hours before she dared stop for the much-needed rest.

Her brain had grown confused with the fright and weariness.

She felt that she could not much longer stay in the saddle.

She might fall asleep.