These Lipans would follow not merely for hours, but into the night, and if he and Obed were lost to sight in the darkness they would pick up the trail the next day by the hoof prints on the plain.

He felt with absolute certainty that chance had brought upon them one of the deadliest dangers they had yet encountered.
"It's growing a little cooler, Obed," he said.
"So it is.

The evening wanes.

But, Ned, do you see any sign of forest or high hills ahead ?" "I do not, Obed.

There is nothing but the plain which waves like the ripples on a lake, the bunches of buffalo grass here and there, and now and then an ugly yucca." "You see just what I see, Ned, and as there is no promise of shelter we'd better ease our horses a little.