It's murder to let him fight it alone!" "Yes--yes--" whispered the girl, her arms tightening round him.

"Ride fast--or put me off.

I can follow--" It was the first time that he had heard her voice since that last evening up at Lac Bain, many months before, and the sound of it thrilled him.
"Hold tight!" he breathed.
Like the wind they swept across the prairie and up the slope of the hill.

At the top Philip reined in.

Three or four hundred yards distant lay a thick clump of poplar trees and a thousand yards beyond that the first black escarpments of the Bad Lands.