Now terror conjured pictures whose horror set him trembling.

Twenty-four hours and more had passed since he had kissed Marian's hand and let her go--to what?
The inky blackness of those tunnelled caverns in the Gap confronted his mind like a nightmare.

He could not speak of it--he dared not think of it, and yet he must.
Jerry came on horseback, with three unlighted lanterns held in a cluster by their wire handles.

Eddie immediately urged his horse into the brushy edge of the trail so that he might pass Bud and take the lead.

"You sure made quick time," he remarked approvingly to Jerry.
"I raided Dave's cache of whiskey or I'd have been here quicker," Jerry explained.