I'm not the least bit afraid, except,--I'm not afraid, and I like to be alone.

I won't have her, Lite." Lite said no more about it until they reached the house, huddled lonesomely against the barren bluff, its windows staring black into the dusk.

Jean did not seem to expect Lite to dismount, but he did not wait to see what she expected him to do.

In his most matter-of-fact manner he dismounted and turned his horse, still saddled, into the stable with Pard.

He preceded Jean up the path, and went into the kitchen ahead of her; lighted a match and found the lamp, and set its flame to brightening the dingy room.
Jean had not done much in the way of making that part of the house more attractive.