We will take that with us." "Of course; and we must hurry on, for Bill is miles on the trail already.

He will be even more surprised than we when he knows how the Black Hillers got warning.

I'll not give much for Mr.Pond's hair," said the Texan.
In a few seconds the horse which Addie had ridden was saddled and ready, and, leaving his pack-horse behind, but leading the Black Hawk, the young Texan, with Addie Neidic by his side, dashed at full speed over the valley, and out of the ravine.
Once out on the open plain, they could see far away to the west a cloud of dust.

It was made by the Sioux under the White Elk, who were pushing the horses to their wildest speed on the trail of the fugitives.

This trail the Texan and Addie Neidic followed at their utmost speed.
The double trail made by the Black Hillers and the pursuing Indians would have been plain indeed to follow had not the column of dust served as a guide.
With their horses at full speed, and better than the general run of Indian ponies, the Texan and his fair companion gained slowly but surely on the Indians, and within an hour had passed the rear of their column, and were pressing well to the front.
Yet it was noon when they ranged alongside of Persimmon Bill himself, and reported the discovery Addie Neidic had made.
"One more scalp ahead of us," was all he said, when he heard the report.
And he pressed on still faster..