SHADOWS ON THE SAGE-SLOPE
of awakening birds, and fancied she caught a faint clatter of hoofs. Then low, dull, distant, throbbed a heavy gunshot. She had expected it, was waiting for it; nevertheless, an electric shock checked her heart, froze the very living fiber of her bones. That vise-like hold on her faculties apparently did not relax for a long time, and it was a voice under her window that released her.
"Jane! . . . Jane!" softly called Lassiter.
She answered somehow.
"It's all right. Venters got away. I thought mebbe you'd heard that shot, an' I was worried some."
"What was it—who fired?"
"Well—some fool feller tried to stop Venters out there in the sage—an' he only stopped lead! . . . I think it'll be all right. I haven't seen or heard of any other fellers round. Venters 'll go through safe. An', Jane, I've got Bells saddled, an' I'm goin' to trail Venters. Mind, I won't show myself unless he falls foul of somebody an' needs me. I want to see if this place where he's goin' is safe for him. He says nobody can track him there. I never seen the place yet I couldn't track a man to. Now Jane, you stay indoors while I'm gone, an' keep close watch on Fay. Will you?"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
"An' another thing, Jane," he continued, then paused for long—"another thing—if you ain't here when I come back—if you're gone—don't fear, I'll trail you—I'll find you."
"My dear Lassiter, where could I be gone—as you put it?" asked Jane, in curious surprise.
"I reckon you might be somewhere. Mebbe tied in an old barn—or corralled in some gulch—or chained in a cave! Milly Erne was—till she give in! Mebbe that's news to you. . . . Well, if you're gone I'll hunt for you."
"No, Lassiter," she replied, sadly and low, "If I'm
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