You've so much love to throw away on these beggars of Gentiles that I've an idea you might love Venters." Tull spoke with the arrogance of a Mormon whose power could not be brooked and with the passion of a man in whom jealousy had kindled a consuming fire.
"Maybe I do love him," said Jane.

She felt both fear and anger stir her heart.

"I'd never thought of that.

Poor fellow! he certainly needs some one to love him." "This'll be a bad day for Venters unless you deny that," returned Tull, grimly.
Tull's men appeared under the cottonwoods and led a young man out into the lane.

His ragged clothes were those of an outcast.