"I reckon that's right," he admitted.

"But I'm goin' to' send him over the divide, idol or no idol." "He won't be in the timber grove," she persisted; "he must have heard the shooting and he wouldn't stay." "I reckon he won't be able to run away from that black horse," he laughed.

"I'll ketch him before he gets very far." "You shan't go!" she declared, making a gesture of impotence.

"Don't you see ?" she added.

"It isn't Taggart that I care about--it's you.