Get the horses ready.

I have some things to put up for Bill, and I will come as soon as I pack them in a pair of saddle-bags." Jack now left for the stable, and Miss Neidic, with a woman's forethought, began to gather up many little things which might be useful to her outlaw lover, who had little chance to procure articles of comfort, not to speak of luxury, except when on some raid in the settlements.
In ten minutes she was ready and on her way to the stables.
Jack had her own favorite horse saddled, while for himself he chose the Black Hawk beauty.
In a few seconds both were mounted, and in the darkness they sped away over the same route which Jack had taken when he went to visit Persimmon Bill.
Little was said as they rode on, for the horses were kept at a swift gallop, and before the hour was up they had approached the ravine as near as they deemed safe before giving the signal.
Scarcely was it given before it was answered, and a second later Persimmon Bill himself was by the side of Addie Neidic's horse, and she was pressed to the outlaw's bosom with a fervor that showed he had a heart more than half-human left in his breast.
"It's kind of you, Addie, to come out here in the chill of the night to see a wild cuss like me, outlawed by man, and forsaken by Heaven!" "It's safer to come by night than by day, for you and for me, Bill," she said.

"And I couldn't bear you should go away again till I had seen you.
And I've brought you a lot of things I know you'll need." "I shall not need much of anything, Addie, on the trail I'm soon to take.

Your friend here I know is safe, or I wouldn't say so much.

But the truth is, the reds are going to rise in a body all over the north and northwest, and we'll sweep the Black Hills, and clean out every 'blue-coat' that is sent to check the rising.