The riders had slipped their ropes in 

 fear, and the Monarch, rumbling, snort- 

 ing, bounding, trailed them to the hills, 

 there to bite them off in peace, while 

 the remnant of the gallant crew went, 

 sadly muttering, back. 



Bitter words went round. Kellyan 

 was cursed. 



"His fault. Why didn't we have the 

 guns?" 



"We were all in it," was the an- 

 swer, and more hard words, till Kell- 

 yan flushed, forgot his calm, and drew 

 a pistol hitherto concealed, and the 

 other "took it back." 



