"
"You must have thought me a very cowardly woman," she told him.
"It wouldn't have made the slightest difference to me, Dave. We
would have met it together when it came, just as we'll meet
everything now--you and I, together."
"My wife!" He laid his lips against her hair.
They were standing beside the window, speechless, oblivious to all
except their great love, when Dolores entered to tell them that
supper was ready and that the horses were saddled.
XXXII
THE DAWN
Juan Garcia proved to be a good guide, and he saved the refugees
many miles on their road to the Rio Grande. But every farm and
every village was a menace, and at first they were forced to make
numerous detours. As the night grew older, however, they rode a
straighter course, urging their horses to the limit, hoping
against hope to reach the border before daylight overtook them.
This they might have done had it not been for Father O'Malley and
Dolores, who were unused to the saddle and unable to maintain the
pace Juan set for them.
About midnight the party stopped on the crest of a flinty ridge to
give their horses breath and to estimate their progress.
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