Yet Marian was not timid.
A subdued mutter of voices, the click of hoofs striking against stone, and the pursuers passed within thirty feet of them.

Boise had lifted his head to nicker a salute, but Marian's jerk on the reins stopped him.
They stood very still, not daring so much as a whisper until the sounds had receded and silence came again.
"They took the side-hill trail," whispered Marian, pushing Boise backward to turn him in the narrow defile.

"You'll have to get down the hill into the creek-bed and follow that until you come to the stage road.

There may be others coming that way, but they will be two or three miles behind you.

This tunnel trail cuts off at least five miles but we had to go slower, you see.
"Right here you can lead Sunfish down the bluff to the creek.