Soapy, still astride his horse, tossed the Saguache Sentinel to him as he turned toward the stable.
She had come to Saguache from the mountains several years before.
When, at last, she alighted at the hotel in Saguache her first question was concerning the imprisoned men.
Saguache, already inclined to make a hero of the young rustler, went wild over his victory.
From his pocket he drew a copy of the Saguache Sentinel and showed her a marked story.
