I'll get the horses down outa sight, and come back here afoot and wait." "Do that, kid," said Bud, slipping wearily off Sunfish.

He gave the reins into Eddie's hand, motioned Jerry with his head to follow, and hurried down the winding path to the corrals.

The cool brilliance of the morning, the cheerful warbling of little, wild canaries in the bushes as he passed, for once failed to thrill him with joy of life.

He was wondering whether to go straight to the house and search it if necessary to make sure that she had not been there, or whether Indian cunning would serve him best.

His whole being ached for direct action; his heart trembled with fear lest he should jeopardize Marian's safety by his impetuous haste to help her.
Pop, coming from the stable just as Bud was crossing the corral, settled the question for him.