There 's plenty of room for me inside, and I 'll turn the tired devil loose.

Hold on, I say!" The driver once again slapped on the brake, growling and reluctant, his anxious eyes searching the trail in both directions.

Hamlin quietly uncinched his saddle, flinging it to the coach roof; the bridle followed, and then, with a slap on the haunch of the released animal, he strode to the stage door, thrust his Henry rifle within, and took the vacant seat beside Gonzales.

With a sudden crack of the driver's whip the four horses leaped forward, and the coach careened on the slope of the trail, causing the passengers to clutch wildly to keep from being precipitated into a mass on the floor.

As the traces straightened, Miss Molly, clinging desperately to a strap, caught her first fair glance at the newcomer.