His face was ghastly, his eyes bulging.
"Della's gone, Singleton!" he gasped.

"She went to town.

For God's sake, get those saddles on again! We've got to go back!" "Warden, it can't be done," said Singleton in a low voice; "you'd freeze to death before you went a mile.

There ain't any man can face that storm an' live.

Man," he added when Warden made a violent gesture of impatience; "use your reason.