And when he had returned it, with a strong grip of the iron hand that held his, and met the gray eyes, he knew that Lassiter and he were to be friends.
"Venters, let's talk awhile before we go down there," said Lassiter, slipping his bridle.

"I ain't in no hurry.

Them's sure fine dogs you've got." With a rider's eye he took in the points of Venter's horse, but did not speak his thought.

"Well, did anythin' come off after I left you last night ?" Venters told him about the rustlers.
"I was snug hid in the sage," replied Lassiter, "an' didn't see or hear no one.

Oldrin's got a high hand here, I reckon.