heard some one calling. Turning in his saddle he saw Barbara running
toward him, her breast heaving, her arms outstretched. She almost fell
against the horse's side, panting for breath.

"It was not true," she gasped, "what I said up there! I wanted to save
you. Take me with you if you still love me! For I love you and I
hate--I hate all that--" turning her face for an instant toward the
heights above them--"and if you do not want me I must die, for I will not
go back."

For an instant their eyes read each other's souls, and then she hastily
put up her hand to stop him from leaping from his horse.

"No, no! Do not get off! They will be sure to follow us and we must
lose no time. Take me up behind you and gallop for Laguna. If we can
catch the next train we'll be all right!"

She seized his hand and sprang to her seat behind his saddle. He turned
and kissed her.

"Put spurs to your horse," she said. "They will be sure to follow us
soon."

There was need of haste, for scarcely had the horse pricked up his ears
and sprung into a long gallop when they heard loud shouts from the top of
the mesa.

"Hurry, hurry!" exclaimed Barbara. "They have found me out and they will
follow us!"