"
While Endicott cut a supply of fire-wood and tinkered about the spring,
the girl made a complete circuit of the little plateau, and as the
shadows began to lengthen they once more climbed to their lookout
station. For an hour the vast corrugated plane before them showed no
sign of life. Suddenly the girl's fingers clutched Endicott's arm and
she pointed to a lone horseman who rode from the north.
"I wonder if he's the same one we saw before--the one who rode away so
fast?"
"Not unless he has changed horses," answered Endicott. "The other rode
a grey."
The man swung from his horse and seemed to be minutely studying the
ground. Then he mounted and headed down the coulee at a trot.
"Look! There is Tex!" cried Endicott, and he pointed farther down the
same coulee. A sharp bend prevented either rider from noticing the
approach of the other.
"Oh, I wonder who it is, and what will happen when they see each
other?" cried the girl. "Look! There is Bat. Near the top of that
ridge. He's cutting across so he'll be right above them when they
meet." She was leaning forward watching: breathlessly the movements of
the three horsemen. "It is unreal. Just like some great spectacular
play. You see the actors moving through their parts and you wonder
what is going to happen next and how it is all going to work out.
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