"An' I'm some surprised to see you've a--a young feller for company." One glance had sufficed for the keen rider to read Bess's real sex, and for once his cool calm had deserted him.

He stared till the white of Bess's cheeks flared into crimson.

That, if it were needed, was the concluding evidence of her femininity, for it went fittingly with her sun-tinted hair and darkened, dilated eyes, the sweetness of her mouth, and the striking symmetry of her slender shape.
"Heavens! Lassiter!" panted Venters, when he caught his breath.

"What relief--it's only you! How--in the name of all that's wonderful--did you ever get here ?" "I trailed you.

We--I wanted to know where you was, if you had a safe place.