"Don't worry about me--I am an old hand." "And I am to see you again ?" "I shall never run away, surely, and I hope for the best--" "Miss McDonald," broke in Gaskins impatiently, "the men are already moving." "Yes," her eyes still upon the Sergeant's uncovered face, "I am coming.
Don't imagine I shall ever forget," she murmured hastily, "or that I will not be glad to meet you anywhere." "Some time I may put you to the test," he answered soberly.

"If any trouble comes, trust Wasson--he is a real man." He stood there, one arm thrown over the neck of the horse, watching them ride away up the trail.

The Lieutenant and the girl were together at the rear of the short column, and he seemed to be talking earnestly.
Hamlin never moved, or took his eyes from her until they disappeared over the ridge.

Just as they dipped down out of sight she turned and waved one hand.

Then the man's gaze swept over the debris of the burned stage, and the two mounds of earth.