I've strange dreams.

I'm not always practical and thinking of my many duties, as you said once.

For instance--if I dared--if I dared I'd ask you to saddle the blacks and ride away with me--and hide me." "Jane!" The rider's sunburnt face turned white.

A few times Jane had seen Lassiter's cool calm broken--when he had met little Fay, when he had learned how and why he had come to love both child and mistress, when he had stood beside Milly Erne's grave.

But one and all they could not be considered in the light of his present agitation.