May it be so to us.

Blessed be the name of the Lord God of Hosts!" said Will Banion.
She looked at him suddenly, strangely.

What sort of man was he, after all, so full of strange contradictions--a savage, a criminal, yet reverent and devout?
"Come," he said, "we can get back now, and you must go.

They will think you are lost." He stepped to the saddle of his shivering horse and drew off the poncho, which he had spread above the animal instead of using it himself.

He was wet to the bone.