There was a tone of gentle command in his words as he placed her against the rock.

"I must go back for a few minutes.

There is no danger--now." He stooped and picked up the carbine which had fallen from her hand.
There was one cartridge still in the breech.

Replacing his revolver in its holster he rose above the rocks, ready to swing the rifle to his shoulder.

Up where the outlaws lay, a man was standing in the trail.