It'll be safe--easy.

It'll be a glorious ride," she said, softly.
Venters stared.

Had Jane's troubles made her insane?
Lassiter, too, acted queerly, all at once beginning to turn his sombrero round in hands that actually shook.
"You are a rider.

She is a rider.

This will be the ride of your lives," added Jane, in that same soft undertone, almost as if she were musing to herself.
"Jane!" he cried.
"I give you Black Star and Night!" "Black Star and Night!" he echoed.
"It's done.