Put Bess on him." Jane Withersteen held out her arms.
"Elizabeth Erne!" she cried, and Bess flew to her.
How inconceivably strange and beautiful it was for Venters to see Bess clasped to Jane Withersteen's breast! Then he leaped astride Night.
"Venters, ride straight on up the slope," Lassiter was saying, "'an if you don't meet any riders keep on till you're a few miles from the village, then cut off in the sage an' go round to the trail.

But you'll most likely meet riders with Tull.

Jest keep right on till you're jest out of gunshot an' then make your cut-off into the sage.

They'll ride after you, but it won't be no use.

You can ride, an' Bess can ride.
When you're out of reach turn on round to the west, an' hit the trail somewhere.