reason to run the hosses up-hill--thet's what!" snapped
Joel. He was frothing at the mouth.

"Out with it!"

"Cordts an' Hutch!"

"What?" roared Creech, grasping the pale Joel and shaking him.

"Cordts an' Hutch rode in behind me down at thet cross canyon. They
seen me. An' they're after me hard!"

Creech gave close and keen scrutiny to the strange face of his son.
Then he wheeled away.

"Help me pack. An' you, too, Lucy. We've got to rustle out of hyar."

Lucy fought a sick faintness that threatened to make her useless. But
she tried to help, and presently action made her stronger.

The Creeches made short work of that breaking of camp. But when it came
to getting the horses there appeared danger of delay. Sarchedon had led
Dusty Ben and Two Face off in the grass. When Joel went for them they
galloped away toward the woods. Joel ran back.

"Son, you're a smart hossman!" exclaimed Creech, in disgust.

"Shall I git on the King an' ketch them?"

"No. Hold the King." Creech went out after Plume, but the excited and
wary horse eluded him. Then Creech gave up, caught his own mustangs,
and hurried into camp.

"Lucy, if Cordts gits after Sarch an' the others it'll be as well fer
us," he said.

Soon they were riding into the forest, Creech leading, Lucy in the
center, and Joel coming behind on the King. Two unsaddled mustangs
carrying the packs were driven in front. Creech limited the gait to the
best that the pack-horses could do. They made fast time. The level
forest floor, hard and springy, afforded the best kind of going.

A cold dread had once more clutched Lucy's heart. What would be the end
of this flight? The way Creech looked back increased her dread. How
horrible it would be if Cordts accomplished what he had always
threatened--to run off with both her and the King! Lucy lost her
confidence in Creech. She did not glance again at Joel. Once had been
enough. She rode on with heavy heart. Anxiety and dread and conjecture
and a gradual sinking of spirit weighed her down. Yet she never had a
clearer perception of outside things. The forest loomed thicker and
darker. The sky was seen only through a green, crisscross of foliage
waving in the roaring gale. This strong wind was like a blast in Lucy's
face, and its keen dryness cracked her lips.

When they rode out of the forest, down a gentle slope of wind-swept
grass, to an opening into a canyon Lucy was surprised to recognize the
place. How quickly the rid