"I must carry water to him." "Why not let him drink at the trough or here ?" asked Jane, quickly.
"I reckon it'll be safer for me to slip through the grove.

I've been watched when I rode in from the sage." "Watched?
By whom ?" "By a man who thought he was well hid.

But my eyes are pretty sharp.
An', Jane," he went on, almost in a whisper, "I reckon it'd be a good idea for us to talk low.

You're spied on here by your women." "Lassiter!" she whispered in turn.

"That's hard to believe.