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I tracked him an' part of the trail was the hardest I ever tackled. Mebbe there's a rustler or somebody in this country who's as good at trackin' as I am. If that's so Venters ain't safe." "Well tell me all about Bern and his valley." To Jane's surprise Lassiter showed disinclination for further talk about his trip. He appeared to be extremely fatigued.

Vague relief came to her in the sense of being enclosed between dark stone walls, deep hidden from the glare of sun, from the glistening sage. Lassiter lengthened the stirrup straps on one of the burros and bade her mount and ride close to him. She was to keep the burro from cracking his little hard hoofs on stones. Then she was riding on between dark, gleaming walls.

Lassiter dismounted, led his burro, called the dogs close, and proceeded at snail pace through dark masses of rock and dense thickets under the left wall. Long he watched and listened before venturing to cross the mouths of side canyons.

One of them Injun police fellers told her how that job was put up, and how it failed to work." "A man named Lassiter told me about it." They rode along in silence a long time after that. Then Banjo "Well, I hope we don't bust out onto them cavalry fellers too sudden and meet a flock of bullets. I'd never forgive the man that put a bullet through my fiddle."

By now he's likely on our trail with his riders." "Lassiter, you're going into the Pass to hide till all this storm blows over?" "I reckon that's Jane's idea. I'm thinkin' the storm'll be a powerful long time blowin' over. I was comin' to join you in Surprise Valley. You'll go back now with me?" "No. I want to take Bess out of Utah. Lassiter, Bess found gold in the valley.

"Yes, you was," said Lassiter, frankly, "but everybody on the outside is unjust to all of us up here. We're kind of outcasts because we fence the land and plow it. But I want to tell you, Macdonald's a man amongst men, ma'am. He's fed the poor and lifted up the afflicted, and he's watched with us beside our sick and prayed with us over our dead.

If you're goin' to begin pullin' guns on Tull an' Oldin' you want to be cool. I reckon, though, you'd better keep hid here. Well, I must be leavin'." "One thing, Lassiter. You'll not tell Jane about Bess? Please don't!" "I reckon not. But I wouldn't be afraid to bet that after she'd got over anger at your secrecy Venters, she'd be furious once in her life! she'd think more of you.

He knew what she would do presently; she would make some magnificent amend for her anger; she would give some manifestation of her love; probably all in a moment, as she had loved Milly Erne, so would she love Elizabeth Erne. "'Pears to me, folks, that we'd better talk a little serious now," remarked Lassiter, at length. "Time flies." "You're right," replied Venters, instantly.

"Nay, Lassiter it never stopped!" So bitter certainty claimed her at last, and trust fled Withersteen House and fled forever. The women who owed much to Jane Withersteen changed not in love for her, nor in devotion to their household work, but they poisoned both by a thousand acts of stealth and cunning and duplicity.

The shadow of that baneful trial hovered over her, and he came to sense a strange terror in her. It was mostly always present. Was she thinking of Jane Withersteen and Lassiter, left dead or imprisoned in the valley from which she had been brought so mysteriously? Shefford wearied his brain revolving these questions.