Then they halted to bundle themselves tighter against the cold blast that was coming from without.

On--to the mouth of the mine.

Then they stopped--short.
A figure showed in the darkness, on horseback.

An electric flashlight suddenly flared against the gleam of the carbide.

An exclamation, an excited command to the horse, and the rider wheeled, rushing down the mountain side, urging his mount to dangerous leaps, sending him plunging through drifts where a misstep might mean death, fleeing for the main road again.