I'll go and tell Bishop Dyer--I'm broken.

I'll tell him I'm ready for the yoke--only give me back Fay--and--and I'll marry Tull!" "Never!" hissed Lassiter.
His long arm leaped at her.

Almost running, he dragged her under the cottonwoods, across the court, into the huge hall of Withersteen House, and he shut the door with a force that jarred the heavy walls.

Black Star and Night and Bells, since their return, had been locked in this hall, and now they stamped on the stone floor.
Lassiter released Jane and like a dizzy man swayed from her with a hoarse cry and leaned shaking against a table where he kept his rider's accoutrements.

He began to fumble in his saddlebags.