She certainly was rushing things.

It must be admitted, too, that she showed fine discretion.

There was but one way of handling Mr.
Larch Cadmus, and she was using that way.
He turned about and walked to the door of the stable.
"Jack is in the second stall," she said, pausing at the entrance, "and his bridle is on the hook near his head." The gloom was impenetrable, but a couple of matches gave Cadmus all the light needed, and a minute later he brought forth the fine animal, who whinnied with pleasure at recognizing his mistress, despite the gloom.
Jennie gave what help she could in saddling and bridling him, the other two men standing a little way off in silence.

She kept up an incessant chatter, repeating her thanks to Cadmus for his kindness, and binding him more completely captive every minute.
But the rustler was inclined to be thoughtful, for before the animal was ready he began to feel misgivings as to the prudence of what he was doing.

There was something odd, too, about the young lady mounting her pony, riding alone out on the plain, and leaving her mother behind.