Would it be a Jorth or an Isbel?
"My instinct was right," he muttered, aloud.

"That bunch of horses gave me a queer feelin'." Jean gazed all around the grassy, cattle-dotted valley he was crossing so swiftly, and toward the village, but he did not see any sign of the dark group of riders.

They had gone on to Greaves's store, there, no doubt, to drink and to add more enemies of the Isbels to their gang.
Suddenly across Jean's mind flashed a thought of Ellen Jorth.

"What 'll become of her?
...

What 'll become of all the women?
My sister?
...