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〃Jane； you couldn't listen to sweeter music； nor could I have a better bed。〃
〃Just think！ Men like Lassiter and you have no home； no comfort； no rest； no place to lay your weary heads。 Well！。。。Let us be patient。 Tull's anger may cool； and time may help us。 You might do some service to the villagewho can tell？ Suppose you discovered the long…unknown hiding…place of Oldring and his band； and told it to my riders？ That would disarm Tull's ugly hints and put you in favor。 For years my riders have trailed the tracks of stolen cattle。 You know as well as I how dearly we've paid for our ranges in this wild country。 Oldring drives our cattle down into the network of deceiving canyons； and somewhere far to the north or east he drives them up and out to Utah markets。 If you will spend time in Deception Pass try to find the trails。〃
〃Jane； I've thought of that。 I'll try。〃
〃I must go now。 And it hurts； for now I'll never be sure of seeing you again。 But to…morrow； Bern？〃
〃To…morrow surely。 I'll watch for Lassiter and ride in with him。〃
〃Good night。〃
Then she left him and moved away； a white； gliding shape that soon vanished in the shadows。
Venters waited until the faint slam of a door assured him she had reached the house； and then； taking up his rifle； he noiselessly slipped through the bushes； down the knoll； and on under the dark trees to the edge of the grove。 The sky was now turning from gray to blue； stars had begun to lighten the earlier blackness； and from the wide flat sweep before him blew a cool wind； fragrant with the breath of sage。 Keeping close to the edge of the cottonwoods； he went swiftly and silently westward。 The grove was long； and he had not reached the end when he heard something that brought him to a halt。 Low padded thuds told him horses were coming this way。 He sank down in the gloom； waiting； listening。 Much before he had expected； judging from sound； to his amazement he descried horsemen near at hand。 They were riding along the border of the sage； and instantly he knew the hoofs of the horses were muffled。 Then the pale starlight afforded him indistinct sight of the riders。 But his eyes were keen and used to the dark； and by peering closely he recognized the huge bulk and black…bearded visage of Oldring and the lithe； supple form of the rustler's lieutenant； a masked rider。 They passed on； the darkness swallowed them。 Then； farther out on the sage； a dark； compact body of horsemen went by； almost without sound； almost like specters； and they； too； melted into the night。
CHAPTER III。 AMBER SPRING
No unusual circumstances was it for Oldring and some of his men to visit Cottonwoods in the broad light of day； but for him to prowl about in the dark with the hoofs of his horses muffled meant that mischief was brewing。 Moreover； to Venters the presence of the masked rider with Oldring seemed especially ominous。 For about this man there was mystery； he seldom rode through the village； and when he did ride through it was swiftly； riders seldom met by day on the sage； but wherever he rode there always followed deeds as dark and mysterious as the mask he wore。 Oldring's band did not confine themselves to the rustling of cattle。
Venters lay low in the shade of the cottonwoods； pondering this chance meeting； and not for many moments did he consider it safe to move on。 Then； with sudden impulse； he turned the other way and went back along the grove。 When he reached the path leading to Jane's home he decided to go down to the village。 So he hurried onward； with quick soft steps。 Once beyond the grove he entered the one and only street。 It was wide； lined with tall poplars； and under each row of trees； inside the foot…path； were ditches where ran the water from Jane Withersteen's spring。
Between the trees twinkled lights of cottage candles； and far down flared bright windows of the village stores。 When Venters got closer to these he saw knots of men standing together in earnest conversation。 The usual lounging on the corners and benches and steps was not in evidence。 Keeping in the shadow Venters went closer and closer until he could hear voices。 But he could not distinguish what was said。 He recognized many Mormons； and looked hard for Tull and his men； but looked in vain。
Venters concluded that the rustlers had not passed along the village street。 No doubt these earnest men were discussing Lassiter's coming。 But Venters felt positive that Tull's intention toward himself that day had not been and would not be revealed。
So Venters； seeing there was little for him to learn； began retracing his steps。 The church was dark； Bishop Dyer's home next to it was also dark； and likewise Tull's cottage。 Upon almost any night at this hour there would be lights here； and Venters marked the unusual omission。
As he was about to pass out of the street to skirt the grove； he once more slunk down at the sound of trotting horses。 Presently he descried two mounted men riding toward him。 He hugged the shadow of a tree。 Again the starlight； brighter now； aided him； and he made out Tull's stalwart figure； and beside him the short； froglike shape of the rider Jerry。 They were silent； and they rode on to disappear。
Venters went his way with busy； gloomy mind； revolving events of the day； trying to reckon those brooding in the night。 His thoughts overwhelmed him。 Up in that dark grove dwelt a woman who had been his friend。 And he skulked about her home； gripping a gun stealthily as an Indian； a man without place or people or purpose。 Above her hovered the shadow of grim； hidden； secret power。 No queen could have given more royally out of a bounteous store than Jane Withersteen gave her people； and likewise to those unfortunates whom her people hated。 She asked only the divine right of all womenfreedom； to love and to live as her heart willed。 And yet prayer and her hope were vain。
〃For years I've seen a storm clouding over her and the village of Cottonwoods；〃 muttered Venters； as he strode on。 〃Soon it'll burst。 I don't like the prospects。〃 That night the villagers whispered in the streetand night…riding rustlers muffled horsesand Tull was at work in secretand out there in the sage hid a man who meant something terribleLassiter！
Venters passed the black cottonwoods； and； entering the sage； climbed the gradual slope。 He kept his direction in line with a western star。 From time to time he stopped to listen and heard only the usual familiar bark of coyote and sweep of wind and rustle of sage。 Presently a low jumble of rocks loomed up darkly somewhat to his right； and； turning that way； he whistled softly。
Out of the rocks glided a dog that leaped and whined about him。 He climbed over rough； broken rock； picking his way carefully； and then went down。 Here it was darker； and sheltered from the wind。 A white object guided him。 It was another dog； and this one was asleep； curled up between a saddle and a pack。 The animal awoke and thumped his tail in greeting。 Venters placed the saddle for a pillow； rolled in his blankets； with his face upward to the stars。 The white dog snuggled close to him。 The other whined and pattered a few yards to the rise of ground and there crouched on guard。 And in that wild covert Venters shut his eyes under the great white stars and intense vaulted blue； bitterly comparing their loneliness to his own； and fell asleep。
When he awoke； day had dawned and all about him was bright steel…gray。 The air had a cold tang。 Arising； he greeted the fawning dogs and stretched his cramped body； and then； gathering together bunches of dead sage sticks； he lighted a fire。 Strips of dried beef held to the blaze for a moment served him and the dogs。 He drank from a canteen。 There was nothing else in his outfit； he had grown used to a scant fire。 Then he sat over the fire； palms outspread； and waited。 Waiting had been his chief occupation for months； and he scarcely knew what he waited for unless it was the passing of the hours。 But now he sensed action in the immediate present； the day promised another meeting with Lassiter and Lane； perhaps news of the rustlers； on the morrow he meant to take the trail to Deception Pass。
And while he waited he talked to his dogs。 He called them Ring and Whitie； they were sheep…dogs； half collie； half deerhound； superb in build； perfectly trained。 It seemed that in his fallen fortunes these dogs understood the nature of their value to him； and governed their affection and faithfulness accordingly。 Whitie watched him with somber eyes of love； and Ring； crouched on the little rise of ground above； kept tireless guard。 When the sun rose； the white dog took the place of the other； and Ring went to sleep at his master's feet。
By and by Venters rolled up his blankets and tied them and his meager pack together； then climbed out to look for his horse。 He saw him； presently； a little way off in the sage； and went to fetch him。 In that country； where every rider boasted of a fine mount and was eager for a race； where thoroughbreds dotted the wonderful grazing ranges； Venters rode a horse that was sad proof of his misfortunes。
Then； with his back against a stone； Venters faced the east； and； stick in hand and idle blade； he waited。 The glorious sunlight filled