We've got to be in Bargo barracks to-night, so there's no time to lose.' It was all over now--the worst HAD come.

What fools we had been not to take the old man's advice, and clear out when he did.

He was safe in the Hollow, and would chuckle to himself--and be sorry, too--when he heard of my being taken, and perhaps Jim.

The odds were he might be smashed against a tree, perhaps killed, at the pace he was going on a horse he could not guide.
They searched the house, but the money they didn't get.

Jim and I had taken care of that, in case of accidents.