An', Bern, I've been wonderin' if you know--" "Judkins, you're a good fellow," interrupted Venters.

"Some day I'll tell you a story.

I've no time now.

Take the horses to Jane." Judkins stared, and then, muttering to himself, he mounted Bells, and stared again at Venters, and then, leading the other horses, he rode into the grove and disappeared.
Once, long before, on the night Venters had carried Bess through the canyon and up into Surprise Valley, he had experienced the strangeness of faculties singularly, tinglingly acute.

And now the same sensation recurred.