If I should go myself it would mean a court-martial." Travers stared into the darkness through the open door, sucking at his pipe.
"By George, you are in a pickle," he acknowledged slowly.

"I supposed she had been headed off long ago.

Have n't heard you mention the matter since we first got here.

Where do you suppose the lass is by now ?" "Near as I can tell she would leave Ripley the 18th." "Humph! Then starting to-night, a good rider might intercept her at Fort Dodge.

She would be in no danger travelling alone for that distance.