That's your trail.

An' one thing more.

If Tull pushes you--or keeps on persistent-like, for a few miles--jest let the blacks out an' lose him an' his riders." "Lassiter, may we meet again!" said Venters, in a deep voice.
"Son, it ain't likely--it ain't likely.

Well, Bess Oldrin'-- Masked Rider--Elizabeth Erne--now you climb on Black Star.

I've heard you could ride.