But the least drowsiness would bring a vision of the girl galloping alone over the prairie with the four men in full pursuit behind.

"Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth!" the car-wheels seemed to say.
Elizabeth--that was all he had of her.

He did not know the rest of her name, nor where she was going.

He did not even know where she had come from, just "Elizabeth" and "Montana." If anything happened lo her, he would never know.

Oh! why had he left her?
Why had he not _made_ her go with him?
In a case like that a man should assert his authority.