That message must go tonight.

You may be sure Monsieur Armitage will not send it for us.

Come, we've got to go down to Storm Springs." They rode away in the starlight, leaving the postmaster alarmed and wondering.

Chauvenet and Durand were well mounted on horses that Chauvenet had sent into the hills in advance of his own coming.

Zmai rode grim and silent on a clumsy plow-horse, which was the best the publican could find for him.