He had not walked far, for he wore spurs that tinkled and caught in the brush; and yet he had not ridden here, for no horse's hoofs passed the road since we have been here.

He must have come from Indian Spring." "And you heard all that when you listened just now ?" asked Nellie, half disdainfully.
Impervious to her incredulity Low turned his calm eyes on her face.
"Certainly, I'll bet my life on what I say.

Tell me: do you know anybody in Indian Spring who would likely spy upon you ?" The young girl was conscious of a certain ill-defined uneasiness, but answered, "No." "Then it was not YOU he was seeking," said Low thoughtfully.

Miss Nellie had not time to notice the emphasis, for he added, "You must go at once, and lest you have been followed I will show you another way back to Indian Spring.

It is longer, and you must hasten.