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"It's begun again!" whispered Lassiter, and he gripped her arm

"WatchThere, did you see that?"

"No, no Tell me what to look for?"

"A white flash--a kind of pin-point of quick light--a gleam as from sun shinin' on soht a fleeting glint

Quickly she brought her glass to bear on the spot Again the purple sage,moments irritated her with its e flew up a broad, white object, flashed in the sunlight and vanished Like ic it was, and bewildered Jane

"What on earth is that?"

"I reckon there's soe throwin' up a sheet or a white blanket to reflect the sunshine"

"Why?" queried Jane, more bewildered than ever

"To stampede the herd," replied Lassiter, and his teeth clicked

"Ah!" She htly, shook as with the passing of a spasreet Lassiter with soain," she said, in scorn She had stifled the leap of her wrath, but for perhaps the first time in her life a bitter derision curled her lips Lassiter's cool gray eyes see; but that was hardly true But ould they--anybody stain' a woman to her knees"

"Lassiter, I'll die before I ever bend ht be led I won't be driven Do you expect the herd to bolt?"

"I don't like the looks of the steers But you can never tell Cattle sometimes stampede as easily as buffalo Any little flash or ettin' down an' walkin' toward theain nothin' seems to scare them But I reckon that white flare will do the biz It's a new one on me, an' I've seen some ridin' an' rustlin' It jest takes one of them God-fearin' Morht not this trick be done by Oldring's ht be, but it ain't," replied Lassiter "Oldring's an honest thief He don't skulk behind ridges to scatter your cattle to the four winds He rides down on you, an' if you don't like it you can throw a gun"

Jane bit her tongue to refrain fro to her that they were little and mean compared even with rustlers