Suddenly he grasped Jane with an iron hand, and, turning his face from her gaze, he strode with her from the knoll.
"See--Fay played here last--a house of stones an' sticks....

An' here's a corral of pebbles with leaves for hosses," said Lassiter, stridently, and pointed to the ground.

"Back an' forth she trailed here....

See, she's buried somethin'-- a dead grasshopper--there's a tombstone...

here she went, chasin' a lizard--see the tiny streaked trail...