That much, at least, she knew, but what caused her much anxiety was that
she did not know the result of the fight.
She came to the conclusion that the broncho boys and their friends must
have lost in the encounter, else she would not be in her present
predicament.
But what of poor old Norris, for in spite of his rascality she was sorry
that he had fallen into the hands of the ruthless Shan Rhue.
"Keep off to the left," shouted the guide. "We're almost there. Down
into that coulee y'u go. There ain't another crossin' this side o' three
mile, an' we ain't got time to go so far out o' our way."
"Say, we're liable to turn over down there. Better get the gal out, an'
let her walk down. I can get safe up the other side."
"All right. Stop 'er."
The stage stopped, and the cessation of the swaying, swinging motion was
a blessed relief to the tortured girl.
"Come on out," said the guide, as he threw the door open. "We'll have to
ask you to walk to the bottom o' this coulee, if y'u don't want to be
scrambled about on the bottom o' the coach.
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