Dale's gang, most likely--after the money I took from Maison." She was on her feet now, and looking out into the basin.

Two or three miles away, enveloped in huge dust cloud, were a number of riders.
They were coming fast, and headed directly for the Double A ranchhouse.
The girl clung to Sanderson's arm in sudden terror until he gently released himself, and taking her by the shoulders forced her through a door and into the sitting-room.
"Hide that money in a safe place---where the devil himself couldn't find it.

Don't give it up, no matter what happens." He walked to a window and looked out.

Behind him he could hear Mary running here and there; and at last when the riders were within half a mile of the house, she came and stood behind Sanderson, panting, resting her hands on his shoulders to peer over them at the coming riders.
Sanderson turned and smiled at her.

"We'll go out on the porch, now, an' wait for them." "Deal," she whispered excitedly; "why don't you go away?
Get on Streak--he'll outrun any horse in the county! Go! Get Williams and the other boys.