her? He ran into camp, frightening the dogs.
The girl lay with wide-open, dark eyes, and they dilated when he
knelt beside her. The flush of fever shone in her cheeks. He
lifted her and held water to her dry lips, and felt an
inexplicable sense of lightness as he saw her
swallow in a slow,
choking gulp. Gently he laid her back.
"Who--are--you?" she whispered, haltingly.
"I'm the man who shot you," he replied.
"You'll--not--kill me--now?"
"No, no."
"What--will--you--do--with me?"
"When you get better--strong enough--I'll take you back to the
canyon where the rustlers ride through the
waterfall."
As with a faint shadow from a flitting wing
overhead, the marble
whiteness of her face seemed to change.
"Don't--take--me--back--there!"
CHAPTER VI. THE MILL-WHEEL OF STEERS
Meantime, at the ranch, when Judkins's news had sent Venters on
the trail of the rustlers, Jane Withersteen led the injured man
to her house and with
skilled fingers dressed the gunshot wound
in his arm.
"Judkins, what do you think happened to my riders?"
"I--I d rather not say," he replied.
"Tell me. Whatever you'll tell me I'll keep to myself. I'm
beginning to worry about more than the loss of a herd of cattle.
Venters hinted of-- but tell me, Judkins."
"Well, Miss Withersteen, I think as Venters thinks--your riders
have been called in."
"Judkins!...By whom?"
"You know who handles the reins of your Mormon riders."
"Do you dare
insinuate that my churchmen have ordered in my
riders?"
"I ain't insinuatin' nothin', Miss Withersteen," answered
Judkins, with spirit. "I know what I'm talking about. I didn't
want to tell you."
"Oh, I can't believe that! I'll not believe it! Would Tull leave
my herds at the mercy of rustlers and wolves just
because--because--? No, no! It's unbelievable."
"Yes, thet particular thing's onheard of around Cottonwoods But,
beggin'
pardon, Miss Withersteen, there never was any other rich
Mormon woman here on the border, let alone one thet's taken the
bit between her teeth."
That was a bold thing for the reserved Judkins to say, but it did
not anger her. This rider's crude hint of her spirit gave her a
glimpse of what others might think. Humility and
obedience had
been hers always. But had she taken the bit between her teeth?
Still she wavered. And then, with quick spurt of warm blood along
her veins, she thought of Black Star when he got the bit fast
between his iron jaws and ran wild in the sage. If she ever
started to run! Jane smothered the glow and burn within her,
ashamed of a
passion for freedom that opposed her duty.
"Judkins, go to the village," she said, "and when you have
learned anything
definite about my riders please come to me at
once."
When he had gone Jane
resolutelyapplied her mind to a number of
tasks that of late had been neglected. Her father had trained her
in the
management of a hundred employees and the
working of
gardens and fields; and to keep record of the movements of cattle
and riders. And beside the many duties she had added to this work
was one of
extremedelicacy, such as required all her tact and
ingenuity. It was an unobtrusive, almost secret aid which she
rendered to the Gentile families of the village. Though Jane
Withersteen never admitted so to herself, it
amounted to no less
than a
system of
charity. But for her
invention of numberless
kinds of
employment, for which there was no
actual need, these
families of Gentiles, who had failed in a Mormon
community, would
have starved.
In aiding these poor people Jane thought she deceived her keen
churchmen, but it was a kind of
deceit for which she did not pray
to be
forgiven. Equally as difficult was the task of deceiving
the Gentiles, for they were as proud as they were poor. It had
been a great grief to her to discover how these people hated her
people; and it had been a source of great joy that through her