"Where is Paulina ?" he cried.
"Paulina," said his wife, "is gone.

She is acting strangely these days,--goes and comes, I don't know where." "Get a boy, then," said her husband, "and send him to the ranch.
There is a bare chance we may stop them there.

Portnoff, there is another pony here; saddle and follow me.

We'll take the cross trail.

And pray God," he added, "we may be in time!" Great masses of liver-coloured clouds were piling up in the west, blotting out the light from the setting sun.