A solitary horseman was riding into the foothills west of the town of New Hope. Except for his shirt, the man was dressed in black, and a black stetson shadowed a face that, in spite of its intelligence, was obviously cruel. He wore a long, black coat and black trousers that were tucked into high, black boots. The man seemed in no great hurry, and contrary to the custom of most travelers in that district, he made no effort to hide himself. Suddenly, a second horseman raced from the cover of a pile of rocks!