13/69 The sound rose stronger, louder. Then came a clear, sharp difference when the horse passed from the sage trail to the hard-packed ground of the grove. It became a ringing run--swift in its bell-like clatterings, yet singular in longer pause than usual between the hoofbeats of a horse. It's Wrangle!" cried Jane Withersteen. "I'd know him from a million horses!" Excitement and thrilling expectancy flooded out all Jane Withersteen's calm. |