She recognized Queen's voice.
"Turn back, Colter! Turn back!" With an oath Colter wheeled his mount.

"If I didn't run plump into them," he ejaculated, harshly.

And scarcely had the goaded horse gotten a start when a shot rang out.

Ellen felt a violent shock, as if her momentum had suddenly met with a check, and then she felt herself wrenched from Colter, from the saddle, and propelled into the air.

She alighted on soft ground and thick grass, and was unhurt save for the violent wrench and shaking that had rendered her breathless.