CHAPTER XXXV.
CONCLUSION.
"Now, Jack, do your best, for everything depends on you." Jennie Whitney looked around in the darkness and saw the glimmer of the rustlers' camp-fire, fully two hundred yards to the rear, with the shadowy figures moving to and fro.
"They may change their minds," she added, recalling the words of Larch Cadmus, "and decide to bring me back.

Let them do it if they can!" The intelligent pony acted as if he understood what was expected of him.

With a light whinny at the pleasure he felt because of the opportunity of stretching out his beautiful limbs he broke into a swift canter, heading straight for the point where his rider believed the friendly camp was to be found.
She held the reins loose, knowing the danger of attempting to guide him where it was impossible to keep the points of the compass in mind.
The way was smooth and even, although there is always danger in going at such speed in the night.

She deemed the stake warranted it, however, and did not check the rapid pace.
Night on every hand and not a shining star overhead.

If she could find the party of stockmen in time, so as to bring them back to her home, their strength would overawe the rustlers, and the whole difficulty could be arranged without the conflict which she looked upon with unspeakable dread.
"It will save him, too," she added, hesitating to pronounce the name that was in her heart, which would have throbbed more painfully had she known that in a brief while he would be helpless in the power of the men eager for his life.