3/43 An' it ain't regular for rustlers to waste time chasin' one rider." "Thank heaven you got away," said Jane. "But my riders--where are they ?" "I don't know. The night-riders weren't there last night when I rode down, en' this mornin' I met no day-riders." "Judkins! Bern, they've been set upon--killed by Oldring's men!" "I don't think so," replied Venters, decidedly. "Jane, your riders haven't gone out in the sage." "Bern, what do you mean ?" Jane Withersteen turned deathly pale. Impossible!" "I hope so. |