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entinels of the herd； and she saw them trot with quick steps； stop short and toss wide horns； look everywhere； and then trot in another direction。
〃Judkins hasn't been able to get his boys together yet；〃 said Jane。 〃But he'll be there soon。 I hope not too late。 Lassiter； what's frightening those big leaders？〃
〃Nothin' jest on the minute；〃 replied Lassiter。 〃Them steers are quietin' down。 They've been scared； but not bad yet。 I reckon the whole herd has moved a few miles this way since I was here。〃
〃They didn't browse that distancenot in less than an hour。 Cattle aren't sheep。〃
〃No； they jest run it； en' that looks bad。〃
〃Lassiter； what frightened them？〃 repeated Jane； impatiently。
〃Put down your glass。 You'll see at first better with a naked eye。 Now look along them ridges on the other side of the herd； the ridges where the sun shines bright on the sage。。。。That's right。 Now look en' look hard en' wait。〃
Long…drawn moments of straining sight rewarded Jane with nothing save the low； purple rim of ridge and the shimmering sage。
〃It's begun again！〃 whispered Lassiter； and he gripped her arm。 〃watch。。。。There； did you see that？〃
〃No； no。 Tell me what to look for？〃
〃A white flasha kind of pin…point of quick lighta gleam as from sun shinin' on somethin' white。〃
Suddenly Jane's concentrated gaze caught a fleeting glint。 Quickly she brought her glass to bear on the spot。 Again the purple sage； magnified in color and size and wave； for long moments irritated her with its monotony。 Then from out of the sage on the ridge flew up a broad； white object； flashed in the sunlight and vanished。 Like magic it was； and bewildered Jane。
〃What on earth is that？〃
〃I reckon there's some one behind that ridge throwin' up a sheet or a white blanket to reflect the sunshine。〃
〃Why？〃 queried Jane； more bewildered than ever。
〃To stampede the herd；〃 replied Lassiter； and his teeth clicked。
〃Ah！' She made a fierce； passionate movement； clutched the glass tightly； shook as with the passing of a spasm； and then dropped her head。 Presently she raised it to greet Lassiter with something like a smile。 〃My righteous brethren are at work again；〃 she said； in scorn。 She had stifled the leap of her wrath； but for perhaps the first time in her life a bitter derision curled her lips。 Lassiter's cool gray eyes seemed to pierce her。 〃I said I was prepared for anything； but that was hardly true。 But why would theyanybody stampede my cattle？〃
〃That's a Mormon's godly way of bringin' a woman to her knees。〃
〃Lassiter； I'll die before I ever bend my knees。 I might be led I won't be driven。 Do you expect the herd to bolt？〃
〃I don't like the looks of them big steers。 But you can never tell。 Cattle sometimes stampede as easily as buffalo。 Any little flash or move will start them。 A rider gettin' down an' walkin' toward them sometimes will make them jump an' fly。 Then again nothin' seems to scare them。 But I reckon that white flare will do the biz。 It's a new one on me； an' I've seen some ridin' an' rustlin'。 It jest takes one of them God…fearin' Mormons to think of devilish tricks。〃
〃Lassiter； might not this trick be done by Oldring's men？〃 asked Jane； ever grasping at straws。
〃It might be； but it ain't；〃 replied Lassiter。 〃Oldring's an honest thief。 He don't skulk behind ridges to scatter your cattle to the four winds。 He rides down on you； an' if you don't like it you can throw a gun。〃
Jane bit her tongue to refrain from championing men who at the very moment were proving to her that they were little and mean compared even with rustlers。
〃Look！。。。Jane； them leadin' steers have bolted。 They're drawin' the stragglers； an' that'll pull the whole herd。〃
Jane was not quick enough to catch the details called out by Lassiter； but she saw the line of cattle lengthening。 Then； like a stream of white bees pouring from a huge swarm； the steers stretched out from the main body。 In a few moments； with astonishing rapidity； the whole herd got into motion。 A faint roar of trampling hoofs came to Jane's ears； and gradually swelled； low； rolling clouds of dust began to rise above the sage。
〃It's a stampede； an' a hummer；〃 said Lassiter。
〃Oh； Lassiter！ The herd's running with the valley！ It leads into the canyon！ There's a straight jump…off！〃
〃I reckon they'll run into it； too。 But that's a good many miles yet。 An'； Jane； this valley swings round almost north before it goes east。 That stampede will pass within a mile of us。〃
The long； white； bobbing line of steers streaked swiftly through the sage； and a funnel…shaped dust…cloud arose at a low angle。 A dull rumbling filled Jane's ears。
〃I'm thinkin' of millin' that herd；〃 said Lassiter。 His gray glance swept up the slope to the west。 〃There's some specks an' dust way off toward the village。 Mebbe that's Judkins an' his boys。 It ain't likely he'll get here in time to help。 You'd better hold Black Star here on this high ridge。〃
He ran to his horse and； throwing off saddle…bags and tightening the cinches； he leaped astride and galloped straight down across the valley。
Jane went for Black Star and； leading him to the summit of the ridge； she mounted and faced the valley with excitement and expectancy。 She had heard of milling stampeded cattle； and knew it was a feat accomplished by only the most daring riders。
The white herd was now strung out in a line two miles long。 The dull rumble of thousands of hoofs deepened into continuous low thunder； and as the steers swept swiftly closer the thunder became a heavy roll。 Lassiter crossed in a few moments the level of the valley to the eastern rise of ground and there waited the coming of the herd。 Presently； as the head of the white line reached a point opposite to where Jane stood； Lassiter spurred his black into a run
Jane saw him take a position on the off side of the leaders of the stampede； and there he rode。 It was like a race。 They swept on down the valley； and when the end of the white line neared Lassiter's first stand the head had begun to swing round to the west。 It swung slowly and stubbornly； yet surely； and gradually assumed a long； beautiful curve of moving white。 To Jane's amaze she saw the leaders swinging； turning till they headed back toward her and up the valley。 Out to the right of these wild plunging steers ran Lassiter's black； and Jane's keen eye appreciated the fleet stride and sure…footedness of the blind horse。 Then it seemed that the herd moved in a great curve； a huge half…moon with the points of head and tail almost opposite； and a mile apart But Lassiter relentlessly crowded the leaders； sheering them to the left； turning them little by little。 And the dust…blinded wild followers plunged on madly in the tracks of their leaders。 This ever…moving； ever…changing curve of steers rolled toward Jane and when below her； scarce half a mile； it began to narrow and close into a circle。 Lassiter had ridden parallel with her position； turned toward her； then aside； and now he was riding directly away from her； all the time pushing the head of that bobbing line inward。
It was then that Jane； suddenly understanding Lassiter's feat stared and gasped at the riding of this intrepid man。 His horse was fleet and tireless； but blind。 He had pushed the leaders around and around till they were about to turn in on the inner side of the end of that line of steers。 The leaders were already running in a circle； the end of the herd was still running almost straight。 But soon they would be wheeling。 Then； when Lassiter had the circle formed； how would he escape？ With Jane Withersteen prayer was as ready as praise； and she prayed for this man's safety。 A circle of dust began to collect。 Dimly； as through a yellow veil； Jane saw Lassiter press the leaders inward to close the gap in the sage。 She lost sight of him in the dust； again she thought she saw the black； riderless now； rear and drag himself and fall。 Lassiter had been thrownlost！ Then he reappeared running out of the dust into the sage。 He had escaped； and she breathed again。
Spellbound； Jane Withersteen watched this stupendous millwheel of steers。 Here was the milling of the herd。 The white running circle closed in upon the open space of sage。 And the