Then one said, coldly: "Well, I reckon we won't take chances on losin' him again--like we did last night.

We'll get him right now!" They urged their horses away from the edge of the gully.

Sanderson could hear the clatter of hoofs, receding.

He had heard, plainly, all the conversation between the two.
There was a grin of slight relief on Sanderson's face.

The men were not aiming at him, but at the first rider.