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〃Speak up now； young man。 What have you done to be roped that way？〃
〃It's a damned outrage！〃 burst out Venters。 〃I've done no wrong。 I've offended this Mormon Elder by being a friend to that woman。〃
〃Ma'am； is it truewhat he says？〃 asked the rider of Jane； but his quiveringly alert eyes never left the little knot of quiet men。
〃True？ Yes； perfectly true；〃 she answered。
〃Well； young man； it seems to me that bein' a friend to such a woman would be what you wouldn't want to help an' couldn't help。。。。What's to be done to you for it？〃
〃They intend to whip me。 You know what that meansin Utah！〃
〃I reckon；〃 replied the rider； slowly。
With his gray glance cold on the Mormons； with the restive bit…champing of the horses； with Jane failing to repress her mounting agitations； with Venters standing pale and still； the tension of the moment tightened。 Tull broke the spell with a laugh； a laugh without mirth； a laugh that was only a sound betraying fear。
〃Come on； men！〃 he called。
Jane Withersteen turned again to the rider。
〃Stranger； can you do nothing to save Venters？〃
〃Ma'am； you ask me to save himfrom your own people？〃
〃Ask you？ I beg of you！〃
〃But you don't dream who you're askin'。〃
〃Oh； sir； I pray yousave him！〃
These are Mormons； en' I。。。〃
〃Atat any costsave him。 For II care for him！〃
Tull snarled。 〃You love…sick fool！ Tell your secrets。 There'll be a way to teach you what you've never learned。。。e men out of here！〃
〃Mormon； the young man stays；〃 said the rider。
Like a shot his voice halted Tull。
〃What！〃
〃Who'll keep him？ He's my prisoner！〃 cried Tull； hotly。 〃Stranger； again I tell youdon't mix here。 You've meddled enough。 Go your way now or〃
〃Listen！。。。He stays。〃
Absolute certainty； beyond any shadow of doubt； breathed in the rider's low voice。
〃Who are you？ We are seven here。〃
The rider dropped his sombrero and made a rapid movement； singular in that it left him somewhat crouched； arms bent and stiff； with the big black gun…sheaths swung round to the fore。
It was Venters's wondering； thrilling cry that bridged the fateful connection between the rider's singular position and the dreaded name。
Tull put out a groping hand。 The life of his eyes dulled to the gloom with which men of his fear saw the approach of death。 But death； while it hovered over him； did not descend； for the rider waited for the twitching fingers； the downward flash of hand that did not come。 Tull； gathering himself together； turned to the horses； attended by his pale comrades。
CHAPTER II。 COTTONWOODS
Venters appeared too deeply moved to speak the gratitude his face expressed。 And Jane turned upon the rescuer and gripped his hands。 Her smiles and tears seemingly dazed him。 Presently as something like calmness returned； she went to Lassiter's weary horse。
〃I will water him myself；〃 she said； and she led the horse to a trough under a huge old cottonwood。 With nimble fingers she loosened the bridle and removed the bit。 The horse snorted and bent his head。 The trough was of solid stone； hollowed out； moss…covered and green and wet and cool； and the clear brown water that fed it spouted and splashed from a wooden pipe。
〃He has brought you far to…day？〃
〃Yes； ma'am； a matter of over sixty miles； mebbe seventy。〃
〃A long ridea ride thatAh； he is blind！〃
〃Yes； ma'am；〃 replied Lassiter。
〃What blinded him？〃
〃Some men once roped an' tied him； an' then held white…iron close to his eyes。〃
〃Oh！ Men？ You mean devils。。。。Were they your enemiesMormons？〃
〃Yes； ma'am。〃
〃To take revenge on a horse！ Lassiter； the men of my creed are unnaturally cruel。 To my everlasting sorrow I confess it。 They have been driven； hated； scourged till their hearts have hardened。 But we women hope and pray for the time when our men will soften。〃
〃Beggin' your pardon； ma'amthat time will never come。〃
〃Oh； it will！。。。Lassiter； do you think Mormon women wicked？ Has your hand been against them； too？〃
〃No。 I believe Mormon women are the best and noblest； the most long…sufferin'； and the blindest； unhappiest women on earth。〃
〃Ah！〃 She gave him a grave； thoughtful look。 〃Then you will break bread with me？〃
Lassiter had no ready response； and he uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to another； and turned his sombrero round and round in his hands。 〃Ma'am；〃 he began； presently； 〃I reckon your kindness of heart makes you overlook things。 Perhaps I ain't well known hereabouts； but back up North there's Mormons who'd rest uneasy in their graves at the idea of me sittin' to table with you。〃
〃I dare say。 Butwill you do it； anyway？〃 she asked。
〃Mebbe you have a brother or relative who might drop in an' be offended； an' I wouldn't want to〃
〃I've not a relative in Utah that I know of。 There's no one with a right to question my actions。〃 She turned smilingly to Venters。 〃You will come in； Bern； and Lassiter will come in。 We'll eat and be merry while we may。〃
〃I'm only wonderin' if Tull an' his men'll raise a storm down in the village；〃 said Lassiter； in his last weakening stand。
〃Yes； he'll raise the stormafter he has prayed；〃 replied Jane。 〃Come。〃
She led the way； with the bridle of Lassiter's horse over her arm。 Thev entered a grove and walked down a wide path shaded by great low…branching cottonwoods。 The last rays of the setting sun sent golden bars through the leaves。 The grass was deep and rich； welcome contrast to sage…tired eyes。 Twittering quail darted across the path； and from a tree…top somewhere a robin sang its evening song； and on the still air floated the freshness and murmur of flowing water。
The home of Jane Withersteen stood in a circle of cottonwoods； and was a flat； long； red…stone structure with a covered court in the center through which flowed a lively stream of amber…colored water。 In the massive blocks of stone and heavy timbers and solid doors and shutters showed the hand of a man who had builded against pillage and time； and in the flowers and mosses lining the stone…bedded stream； in the bright colors of rugs and blankets on the court floor； and the cozy corner with hammock and books and the clean…linened table； showed the grace of a daughter who lived for happiness and the day at hand。
Jane turned Lassiter's horse loose in the thick grass。 〃You will want him to be near you；〃 she said； 〃or I'd have him taken to the alfalfa fields。〃 At her call appeared women who began at once to bustle about； hurrying to and fro； setting the table。 Then Jane； excusing herself； went within。
She passed through a huge low ceiled chamber； like the inside of a fort； and into a smaller one where a bright wood…fire blazed in an old open fireplace； and from this into her own room。 It had the same comfort as was manifested in the home…like outer court； moreover； it was warm and rich in soft hues。
Seldom did Jane Withersteen enter her room without looking into her mirror。 She knew she loved the reflection of that beauty which since early childhood she had never been allowed to forget。 Her relatives and friends； and later a horde of Mormon and Gentile suitors； had fanned the flame of natural vanity in her。 So that at twenty…eight she scarcely thought at all of her wonderful influence for good in the little community where her father had left her practically its beneficent landlord； but cared most for the dream and the assurance and the allurement of her beauty。 This time； however； she gazed into her glass with more than the usual happy motive； without the usual slight conscious smile。 For she was thinking of more than the desire to be fair in her own eyes； in those of her friend； she wondered if she were to seem fair in the eyes of this Lassiter； this man whose name had crossed the long； wild brakes of stone and plains of sage； this gentle…voiced； sad…faced man who was a hater and a killer of Mormons。 It was not now her usual half…conscious vain obsession that actuated her as she hurriedly changed her riding…dress to one of white； and then looked long at the stately form with its gracious contours； at the fair face with its strong chin and full firm lips； at the dark…blue； proud； and passionate eyes。
〃If by some means I can keep him here a few days； a weekhe will