By this time Blue Lightning was also struck with a flash of equine recollection and pricked up his ears.

Mrs.Baker uttered a little chirping cry which he remembered, and the next moment they were both careering over the Ridge.
The trail that she had taken, though precipitate, difficult, and dangerous in places, was a clear gain of two miles on the stage road.
There was less chance of her being followed or meeting any one.

The greater canyons were already in shadow; the pines on the farther ridges were separating their masses, and showing individual silhouettes against the sky, but the air was still warm, and the cool breath of night, as she well knew it, had not yet begun to flow down the mountain.

The lower range of Burnt Ridge was still uneclipsed by the creeping shadow of the mountain ahead of her.

Without a watch, but with this familiar and slowly changing dial spread out before her, she knew the time to a minute.