He turned round to see his pursuers: they had wheeled
and were galloping back the way they came. His horse and hers were
travelling neck and neck. He looked at her with an intense, eager gaze.
"Will you ride on?" he asked eagerly. "We are between two fires." He
smiled, remembering his words to Liddall.
"Ride on," she urged in a strong, clear voice, a kind of wild triumph in
it. "You shall not go alone."
There ran into his eyes now the same infinite look that had been in hers
--that had conquered him. The flame rolling towards them was not
brighter or hotter.
"For heaven or hell, my girl!" he cried, and they drove their horses on
--on.
Far behind upon a Divide the flying hunters from Guidon Hill paused for a
moment. They saw with hushed wonder and awe a man and woman, dark and
weird against the red light, ride madly into the flickering surf of fire.
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All humour in him had a strain of the sardonic
In her heart she never can defy the world as does a man
Some wise men are fools, one way or another
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