He then gave directions to the coachmen to follow the road slowly to the corral in front of the casa, and tied his horse behind the second carriage.

Then, with Mrs.Peyton and the two young girls, he plunged into the grain.
It was hot, it was dusty, their thin shoes slipped in the crumbling adobe, and the great blades caught in their crape draperies, but they uttered no complaint.

Whatever ulterior thought was in their minds, they were bent only on one thing at that moment,--on entering the house at any hazard.

Mrs.Peyton had lived long enough on the frontier to know the magic power of POSSESSION.

Susy already was old enough to feel the acute feminine horror of the profanation of her own belongings by alien hands.