See here, Blake, cinch this in your mind.

Lassiter has met some square Mormons! An' mebbe--" "Blake," interrupted Jane, nervously anxious to terminate a colloquy that she perceived was an ordeal for him.

"Go at once and fetch me a report of my horses." "Miss Withersteen!...

You mean the big drove--down in the sage-cleared fields ?" "Of course," replied Jane.

"My horses are all there, except the blooded stock I keep here." "Haven't you heard--then ?" "Heard?
No! What's happened to them ?" "They're gone, Miss Withersteen, gone these ten days past.