The whole outfit cleaned out, and me twenty thousand to the good," feeling inside his coat to make sure.

"It 's there all right.

Well, good-bye, boys, there don't seem to be nothing here for me to stay for." He caught the straying pony and swung up into the saddle, glanced about once more at the motionless figures, and finally rode off up the ridge, unconsciously following the tracks left by the fleeing Indian.

If the girl ever occurred to him, he gave no sign of remembrance, and she uttered no word.

Lying on her side, her eyes wide open, she watched him ride away, across the barren space, until the slow-moving pony topped the ridge, and disappeared on the other side.