They're trying to get
back to the river and across to their own country. There'll be some, I
bet, who'll never see Mexico again!"
"But Knight----" the girl faltered. "He may be shot----"
"He may. We've got to take the chances and hope for the best. He wouldn't
leave the chase now if every door and window were open and lit for him.
Wait. Watch. That's the only thing to do."
She yielded to the detaining hand. All strength had gone out of her. She
staggered a little, and fell back against Van Vreck's shoulder. He held
her up strongly, as though he had been a young man.
"How can I live through it?" she moaned.
"You care for him after all, then?" she heard the calm voice asking in
her ear. And she heard her own voice answer: "I love him more than ever."
She knew that it was true, true in spite of everything, and that she had
never ceased to love him. It would be joy to give her life to save
Knight's, with just one moment of breath to tell him that his atonement
had not been vain.
* * * * *
Away out of sight the chase went, but the watching eyes had time to see
that not all the figures were on horseback.
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