I must report at Union, and, on the way, tell your father where you are." "But the danger! oh, you mustn't attempt such a ride alone!" "That is nothing; the valley is swept clean, and I shall do most of my riding at night.

Any plainsman could do the trick--hey, Sam ?" Wasson nodded, chewing solemnly on the tobacco in his cheek.
"He 'll make the trip all right, miss," he drawled lazily.

"Wish I was goin' long.

I 'm sure tired o' this sorter scoutin', I am.

Down below the Cimarron is the only place ye 'll have ter watch out close, 'Brick.' Them Comanches an' Apaches are the worst lot." "I know--night riders themselves, but I know the trail.