In the wild uproar she had not heard them, and, as they crouched under the cliff, they were hidden by a projection of the rock, though now and then, when the lightning flashed, she could see a part of one of the horses.

They might be neighbors and friends.

They might be strangers, outlaws even.

The young woman was too wise to move until she was sure.
The first voice spoke again.

"Jack got off in good time, did he ?" "Got a good start," replied the other.