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Cleve steadied Joan in her saddle, and stood a moment beside her, holding her hands. The darkness seemed clearing before her eyes and the sick pain within her seemed numbing out.
"Brace up! Hang -- to your saddle! " Jim was saying, earnestly. "Any moment some of the other bandits might come. You lead the way. I'll follow and drive the pack-horse."