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"Yes, there's gold, not in great quantities, but gold enough for him and his men. They wash for gold week in and week out. Then they drive a few cattle and go into the villages to drink and shoot and kill to bluff the riders." "Drive a few cattle! But, Bess, the Withersteen herd, the red herd twenty-five hundred head! That's not a few. And I tracked them into a valley near here."
More restless movements on the part of Tull's men broke up the little circle, exposing the prisoner Venters. "Mebbe I've kind of hindered somethin' for a few moments, perhaps?" inquired the rider. "Yes," replied Jane Withersteen, with a throb in her voice. She felt the drawing power of his eyes; and then she saw him look at the bound Venters, and at the men who held him, and their leader.
"Now once over in Stonebridge I overheard some Mormons talking about a girl who was named Fay Larkin. I never forgot the name. Later I heard the name in this sealed-wife village. But, as I told you, I never heard of Lassiter or Jane Withersteen. Still, if Mormons had found them I would never have heard of it.
Once resigned to further loss, and sure of herself, Jane Withersteen attained a peace of mind that had not been hers for a year. She forgave Tull, and felt a melancholy regret over what she knew he considered duty, irrespective of his personal feeling for her. First of all, Tull, as he was a man, wanted her for himself; and secondly, he hoped to save her and her riches for his church.
And he said: 'Man why didn't you wait? Bess was Then he fell dead. And I've been haunted by his look and words. Oh, Bess, what a strange, splendid thing for Oldring to do! It all seems impossible. But, dear, you really are not what you thought." "Elizabeth Erne!" cried Jane Withersteen. "I loved your mother and I see her in you!"
And it was owing to Fay's presence that Jane Withersteen came to see more of Lassiter. The rider had for the most part kept to the sage. He rode for her, but he did not seek her except on business; and Jane had to acknowledge in pique that her overtures had been made in vain. Fay, however, captured Lassiter the moment he first laid eyes on her.
She jest said to me, 'Where's muvver Jane?" Without a fear or a tremor or a slip or a touch of Lassiter's hand Jane Withersteen walked up that ladder of cut steps. He pushed her round the corner of the wall. Fay lay, with wide staring eyes, in the shade of a gloomy wall. The dogs waited. Lassiter picked up the child and turned into a dark cleft. It zigzagged. It widened. It opened.
They spied and listened; they received and sent secret messengers; and they stole Jane's books and records, and finally the papers that were deeds of her possessions. Through it all they were silent, rapt in a kind of trance. Then one by one, without leave or explanation or farewell, they left Withersteen House, and never returned.
"Why as Fay says?" inquired Lassiter, with gentle persistence. "Why! I never thought why. But it's not possible. I am Jane, daughter of Withersteen. My father would rise out of his grave. I'm of Mormon birth. I'm being broken. But I'm still a Mormon woman. And you you are Lassiter!" "Mebbe I'm not so much Lassiter as I used to be." "What was it you said? Habit of years is strong as life itself!
And will you will you accept gold from me?" "Miss Withersteen!" "I just gave Judkins a bag of gold. I'll give you one. If you will not take it you must not come back. You might ride for me a few months weeks days till the storm breaks. Then you'd have nothing, and be in disgrace with your people. We'll forearm you against poverty, and me against endless regret.
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