Not one of them turned to say good-by to Aleck as he lay in the tent where he had been dragged.
"Got it right on top the hip bone," said one man.

"She busted him plenty with that soft-nose." "And served him right," said Jim Denny, the new leader, grumbling.
"Aleck has never been looking for the worst of it, any way of the game.
If he had left that woman down below where she belonged, we wouldn't be in this fix.

I tell you them ranchers'll be out in a pack after us, and the only thing we can do is to pull our freight good and plenty right now." The whir of the engine drowned conversation.

An instant later the two carloads of banditti were passing down around curve after curve of the sandy road.

Mary Warren, still dazed, and dull where she lay, heard them go by.