The patrol turned around.
"Get the men who are terracing the lodge. Bring picks, shovels, and
axes, and meet me here. Run for it!"
The fire-warden's horse walked up leisurely; the girl had relinquished
the bridle and was guiding the mare with the slightest pressure of knee
and heel. She sat at ease, head lowered, absently retying the ribbon on
the hair at her neck. When it was adjusted to her satisfaction she
passed a hat-pin through her sombrero, touched the bright, thick hair
above her forehead, straightened out, stretching her legs in the
stirrups. Then she drew off her right gauntlet, and very discreetly
stifled the daintiest of yawns.
"You evidently don't believe there is much danger," said Burleson, with
a smile which seemed to relieve the tension he had labored under.
"Yes, there is danger," she said.