An' we have--what you've lived through these last months.

It can't be helped.

But it can't last always.

An' remember his--some day the border'll be better, cleaner, for the ways of ten like Lassiter!" She saw him shake his tall form erect, look at her strangely and steadfastly, and then, noiselessly, stealthily slip away amid the rocks and trees.

Ring and Whitie, not being bidden to follow, remained with Jane.