30/32 The situation suited every Rangar of them! That was, indeed, the way a man should win his woman! They cheered him, and cheered again, and he grinned back, knowing that their hearts were in the cheering and their good will won. Red, then, as a boiled beet, he rode over to the six-horse carriage and dismounted by her father--picked him up--called two troopers--and lifted him on to the rear seat of the great old-fashioned coach. "It's a scalp wound, and he's stunned--no more. He's left off bleeding already. Nurse him!" He was off, then, without another word or a backward glance for her--off to his men and the gap in the wall that waited an investigation. |