Lassiter--Blake--am I in danger of losing my racers ?" "A rustler--or--or anybody stealin' hosses of yours would most of all want the blacks," said Lassiter.

His evasive reply was affirmative enough.

The other rider nodded gloomy acquiescence.
"Oh! Oh!" Jane Withersteen choked, with violent utterance.
"Let me take charge of the blacks ?" asked Blake.

"One more rider won't be any great help to Judkins.

But I might hold Black Star and Night, if you put such store on their value." "Value! Blake, I love my racers.