How it had been finished she did not know.
Neither did she know whether or not she was in the care of her friends
or in the custody of her enemies. Probably the latter, for if Ted and
the boys were taking her somewhere, surely she would have more
attention, and the blood would have been washed from the wound on her
forehead.
The curtains of the stage were down, and she did not know whether it was
day or night.
Outside she heard the voices of men.
"Hurry up them mules, Bill," a man's voice came to her gruffly.
"Can't get any more out o' them. We've come nigh twenty mile on the run.
I tell you, the mules is 'most all in," said a man, evidently the driver
of the stage.
"Well, we ain't got much farther to go," said the other. "But we got to
get there before moondown, er we'll be up against it."
"What time is the bunch goin' to be at the lone tree?"
"Ten o'clock."
"Then we've got just about an hour, eh?"
"Just about. But we're a long ways off yet. Git all y'u can out o' them
mules. Kill 'em if y'u have to get them there on time.
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