Take Noches and ride like the devil was at your heels.

Get there ahead of Manuel and tell Jack--" He stopped there and bit his lips to hurry his slow thoughts.

"Tell Jack he must go to town right away, because--well, tell him Bill Wilson--" Valencia's face had been lengthening comically, but hope began to live again in his eyes.

"If the senor would write what he wishes to say while I am making ready for the start, he will then have more time to think of what is best.

The moon will ride clear to-night; and the sun will find me at the rancho, Senor.