The Shot in the Pass
roads, checked his speed as he approached. He saw a woman on horseback waiting in his path.
“Mr. McCloud!”
“Miss Dunning!”
“I could not forgive myself if I waited too long to warn you that threats have been made against your life. Not of the kind you heard to-day. My cousin is not a murderer, and never could be, I am sure, in spite of his talk; but I was frightened at the thought that if anything dreadful should happen his name would be brought into it. There are enemies of yours in this country to be feared, and it is against these that I warn you. Good-night!”
“Surely you won’t ride away without giving me a chance to thank you!” exclaimed McCloud. Dicksie checked her horse. “I owe you a double debt of gratitude,” he added, “and I am anxious to assure you that we desire nothing that will injure your interests in any way in crossing your lands.”
“I know nothing about those matters, because my cousin manages everything. It is growing late and you have a good way to go, so good-night.”
“But you will allow me to ride back to the house with you?”
“Oh, no, indeed, thank you!”
“It will soon be dark and you are alone.”
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