She dropped upon one of the stones and buried her face in her hands and Dan
paid no more attention to her.
"Hurry up," he said. "They're across the river."
And Vic gave up the struggle, for the tears of Kate made him think of Betty
Neal and he followed Dan towards the corral. Around them the stallion ran
like a hunting dog eager to be off.
Chapter X. One Trail Ends
"You can trust Grey Molly to me, Vic," said Dan, standing at the head of
the gray mare. "I'll keep her as safe as if she was Satan."
Gregg watched her almost sadly. He had always taken a rather childish pride
in her fierceness. She knew him as a dog knows its master and he had always
been the only one who could handle her readily in the saddle. But one who
knew nothing of horses and their ways could see the entente which had been
instantly established between Barry and Grey Molly. When he spoke her ears
pricked. When he raised his hand she stretched her nose inquisitively.
There was no pitch in her when Barry swung into the saddle and that was a
thing without precedent in Molly's history.
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