beast sneaked up behind her—I saw it all—and grabbed her and roped her to that broncho, if it wasn't that she had broken with, them for good and all, and started to fight on our side?"
"You're raving," Barcus commented. He looked to the girl. "Rose—Miss Trine—reason with this madman"
Dropping the glasses, the girl came swiftly and confidently to her lover's side, lifting her lips to his.
"Go, sweetheart!" she told him. "Save her if you can!"
With a look of triumph for the benefit of Mr. Barcus, Alan Law gathered Rose Trine into his arms.
With an indignant grunt, Mr. Barcus caught up the glasses and turned his back. …
"Go on!" he grumbled, pretending to ignore the hand Alan offered him from the saddle. "I've got no patience with you. … But go!" he insisted, of a sudden seizing the hand and pressing it fervently. "And God go with you, my friend!"
