She was as helplessly in his power as though bound and gagged.

Before them appeared the dim outline of a canvas covered wagon silhouetted against the sky, to which was hitched a team of horses.
As they approached the shapeless figures of two men appeared in the gloom, one at the head of the team and the other holding back the canvas top.

Her guard gripped her arm, and peered about through the darkness.
"Isn't Ned here yet ?" "Yes, all right," answered a muffled voice to the left.

"I just came out; here are the grips and other things." "Sure you cleaned up everything ?" "Never left a pin; here, Moore, pass them up inside." "And about the note ?" "She wrote that, and pinned it on the pillow." "Good, that will leave things in fine shape," he laughed.

"I'd like to see Jim's face when he reads that, and the madder he gets the less he will know what to do." "And you want us to stay ?" asked the other doubtfully.
"Stay--of course; I am going to stay myself.