I am going to take her across to Daggett Station, to catch the east-bound train." Hicks stared at him open-eyed, the full meaning of all this coming to his mind by degrees.
"Good God! Do yer think she did it ?" he questioned incredulously.
Winston shook him, his teeth grinding together savagely.
"Damn you! it makes no difference what I think!" he exclaimed fiercely, his nerves throbbing.

"All you need to know is that she is going; going to-night; going to Daggett Station, to Denver, to wherever she will be beyond danger of ever being found.

You understand that?
She 's going with me, and you are going to help us, and you are going to do your part without asking any more fool questions." "What is it you want ?" "Your horse, and the pony Mercedes was riding." Hicks uttered a rasping oath, that seemed to catch, growling, in his lean throat.
"But, see yere, Winston," he protested warmly.

"Just look at the shape your goin' now will leave us in yere at the 'Little Yankee.' We need yer testimony, an' need it bad." Winston struck his hand against the log, as slight vent to his feelings.
"Hicks, I never supposed you were a fool.

You know better than that, if you will only stop and think.