text: But, just as he had singled out, as his probable captor, one peculiarly unattractive looking horseman, whose crimson sheepskin coat and long horsetail plume were streaming in the wind, and just as he had braced himself to meet the onset against the great "loess," or dirt cliff, he felt a twitch at his black upper robe, and a low voice-a girl's, he was confident-said quickly: