They had removed all her things, and left a note behind in womanly handwriting to explain her hurried departure.

There was a master criminal mind, watchful of every detail, behind this conspiracy.

He was guarding against every possibility of rescue.
The driver began to use his whip and urge the team forward, the wagon pounding along over the rough road at a rate which compelled the girl to hang on closely to keep her seat.

The man beside her bounced about, and swore, but made no effort to touch her, or open conversation.

The uncertainty, the fear engendered by her thought, the drear silence almost caused her to scream.