"Mebbe you wouldn't let me water him--though I ain't askin' none for myself." "Stranger, it doesn't matter who you are.

Water your horse.

And if you are thirsty and hungry come into my house." "Thanks, ma'am.

I can't accept for myself--but for my tired horse--" Trampling of hoofs interrupted the rider.

More restless movements on the part of Tull's men broke up the little circle, exposing the prisoner Venters.
"Mebbe I've kind of hindered somethin'-- for a few moments, perhaps ?" inquired the rider.
"Yes," replied Jane Withersteen, with a throb in her voice.
She felt the drawing power of his eyes; and then she saw him look at the bound Venters, and at the men who held him, and their leader.
"In this here country all the rustlers an' thieves an' cut-throats an' gun-throwers an' all-round no-good men jest happen to be Gentiles.
Ma'am, which of the no-good class does that young feller belong to ?" "He belongs to none of them.