The Angel sprang to her feet.
"Then that's all right," she said, with a tinge of her old-time
briskness. "You just keep breathing away like a steam engine, and I will
do all the remainder."
The eager men gathered around her.
"It's going to be a tough pull to get Freckles out," she said, "but it's
our only chance, so listen closely and don't for the lives of you fail
me in doing quickly what I tell you. There's no time to spend falling
down over each other; we must have some system. You four there get on
those wagon horses and ride to the sleeping-tent. Get the stoutest cot,
a couple of comforts, and a pillow. Ride back with them some way to
save time. If you meet any other men of the gang, send them here to help
carry the cot. We won't risk the jolt of driving with him. The others
clear a path out to the road; and Mr. McLean, you take Nellie and ride
to town. Tell my father how Freckles is hurt and that he risked it to
save me. Tell him I'm going to take Freckles to Chicago on the noon
train, and I want him to hold it if we are a little late.
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