It's horrible! Two hours ago you'd 'ave heard their screams from where you're standing--the hurt, I mean.
They won't leave the wreck--not a man, and I don't blame 'em." A pretty, brown-haired young woman had come to the door and Billinger ran to her.
"Good-by," he cried, taking her for a moment in his big arms.

"Take care of the key!" He turned as quickly to the horses, talking as they mounted.

"It was robbery," he said--and they set off at a canter, side by side.

"There was two hundred thousand in currency in the express car, and it's gone.

I found their trail this morning, going into the North.
They're hitting for what we call the Bad Lands over beyond the Coyote, twenty miles from here.