What a fool I had been not to call for them.

My companion saw the look of concern in my face.
"I don't like that young feller," said Curtis.

"He's in fer trouble." He ran toward his house, which was only a few rods beyond us, while I started on in pursuit of the two men at top speed.

Before my horse had taken a dozen jumps I heard a horn blowing behind me and its echo in the hills.

Within a half a moment a dozen horns were sounding in the valleys around me.