CHAPTER 29OVERHEARD
Barry did not ride far, however. He simply turned the horse around the big, pale rock; and then, seeing that the fellow of the slouch hat had disappeared into the woods again, he hurried the mare back to the edge of the trees. There he forced her into a thick coppice, and with a word, made her lie down. Rifle bullets might strike her and kill her as she lay there, but they would never be able to sting her into rising and revealing herself to searchers.
Then, eager with haste but stealthy with fear of what might lie before him, Litton stole rapidly forward through the trees, feeling his way with his hands outstretched, and putting his feet down toes first, so that he might judge the ground he was walking on.
Even then, he would not have been able to overtake the man o
