here, just far enough away to be out of hearing. There'll be somebody—"
He started for his horse, hobbled near by. Fannie stopped him, her hand on his shoulder.
"They'll kill me if they find out I told you, but I couldn't double-cross you, Texas. I like you, kid—you're clean—you're the kind of a man I'd go through hell for, clear up to the neck!"
He took her hand, with a swift look into her eyes.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you've done, Fannie, nor how much I'm honored by your confidence. Hurry—get your horse! If you'll start right now you can—"
"Listen!" she whispered, her voice choked with fear.
Texas had heard the slight movement beyond the small circle of their little fire, and had sprung away from her, his hand on his gun.
"Run for your horse!" he called to her, in alarm.
She stood hesitant, the light of the fire on her face, her eyes great, fear in every feature.
"They heard me—they'll kill me!"
