Some day you will remember what you said." How splendid he looked, how strong against odds.

How simple a dignity fitted his words.

Why, a woman far blinder than Diane Sampson could have seen that here stood a man.
Steele bowed, turned on his heel, and strode out to vanish in the dark.
Then while she stood bewildered, still shocked, I elected to do some rapid thinking.
How seriously was Steele injured?
An instant's thought was enough to tell me that if he had sustained any more than a flesh wound he would not have chased his assailant, not with so much at stake in the future.
Then I concerned myself with a cold grip of desire to get near the rustler who had wounded Steele.

As I started forward, however, Miss Sampson defeated me.

Sally once more clung to my hands, and directly we were surrounded by an excited circle.
It took a moment or two to calm them.
"Then there's a rustler--here--hiding ?" repeated Miss Sampson.
"Miss Sampson, I'll find him.