CHAPTER XXII.
NEAL TAGGART VISITS When a little later Betty heard hoof-beats in the ranchhouse yard--the sounds of a horseman making a leisurely approach--she left the door and went out upon the porch.
She knew who the horseman was; she had seen him from the window of her room when she had gone upstairs to get the money for Calumet.

More than once she had seen the sheriff coming over the hill--the same hill upon which Calumet and Neal Taggart had fought their duel--and she recognized the familiar figure.

On his previous visits to the ranchhouse, however, Toban had left his horse in the timber clump near the house.

She was not surprised, though, to hear him coming into the ranchhouse yard tonight, for his errand now was different.
Toban had evidently intended to hitch his pony to the corral fence, for it was toward it that he was directing the animal, when he caught sight of Betty on the porch and rode up beside her.
"What's up ?" he inquired, leaning over in the saddle and peering closely at her; "you look flustered.

Where's Marston ?" "Gone," she told him.
He straightened.