When he came westward on the train he did not remember to have traversed such long stretches of country without a sign of civilization, though of course a train went so much faster than a horse that he had no adequate means of judging.  Then, besides, they were on no trail now, and had probably gone in a most roundabout way to anywhere.  In reality they had twice come within five miles of little homesteads, tucked away beside a stream in a fertile spot; but they had not known it.  A mile further to the right at one spot would have put them on the trail and made their way easier and shorter, but that they could not know.

The girl did not rest long.  She seemed to feel her pursuit more as the darkness crept on, and kept anxiously looking for the moon.

“We must go toward the moon,” she said as she watched the bright spot coming in the east.

They ate their supper of fish and corn-bread with the appetite that grows on horseback, and by the time they had started on their way again the moon spread a path of silver before them, and they went forward feeling as if they had known each other a long time.  For a while their fears and hopes were blended in one.

Meantime, as the sun sank and the moon rose, a traveller rode up the steep ascent to the little lonely cabin which the girl had left.  He was handsome and dark and strong, with a scarlet kerchief knotted at his throat; and he rode slowly, cautiously, looking furtively about and ahead of him.  He was doubly armed, and his pistols gleamed in the moonlight, while an ugly knife nestled keenly in a secret sheath.

He was wicked, for the look upon his face was not good to see; and he was a coward, for he started at the flutter of a night-bird hurrying late to its home in a rock by the wayside.  The mist rising from the valley in wreaths of silver gauze startled him again as he rounded the trail to the cabin, and for an instant he stopped and drew his dagger, thinking the ghost he feared was walking thus early.  A draught from the bottle he carried in his pocket steadied his nerves, and he went on, but stopped again in front of the cabin; for there stood another horse, and there in the doorway stood a figure in the darkness!  His curses rang through the still air and smote the moonlight.  His pistol flashed forth a volley of fire to second him.

In answer to his demand who was there came another torrent of profanity.  It was one of his comrades of the day before.  He explained that he and two others had come up to pay a visit to the pretty girl.  They had had a wager as to who could win her, and they had come to try; but she was not here.  The door was fastened.  They had forced it.  There was no sign of her about.  The other two had gone down to the place where her brother was buried to see whether she was there.  Women were known to be sentimental.  She might be that kind.  He had agreed to wait here, but he was getting uneasy.  Perhaps, if the other two found her, they might not be fair.