The rider arose as if he had just remembered himself and had tarried longer than his wont.
"Ma'am, I have hunted all over the southern Utah and Nevada for--somethin'.

An' through your name I learned where to find it--here in Cottonwoods." "My name! Oh, I remember.

You did know my name when you spoke first.
Well, tell me where you heard it and from whom ?" "At the little village--Glaze, I think it's called--some fifty miles or more west of here.

An' I heard it from a Gentile, a rider who said you'd know where to tell me to find--" "What ?" she demanded, imperiously, as Lassiter broke off.
"Milly Erne's grave," he answered low, and the words came with a wrench.
Venters wheeled in his chair to regard Lassiter in amazement, and Jane slowly raised herself in white, still wonder.
"Milly Erne's grave ?" she echoed, in a whisper.

"What do you know of Milly Erne, my best-beloved friend--who died in my arms?
What were you to her ?" "Did I claim to be anythin' ?" he inquired.