Where is he ?" "Lassiter is with Mrs.Larkin.She is ill.

I'll call him," answered Jane, and going to the door she softly called for the rider.

A faint, musical jingle preceded his step--then his tall form crossed the threshold.
"Lassiter, here's Blake, an old rider of mine.

He has come back to me and he wishes to speak to you." Blake's brown face turned exceedingly pale.
"Yes, I had to speak to you," he said, swiftly.

"My name's Blake.