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They're goin' to try to kill me That's plain But mebbe I'm as hard to shoot in the back as in the face So far I've seen fit to watch only This all et away-- not now Mebbe later, when you're broken, you ht But that's sure doubtful Jane, you're to lose the cattle that's left--your ho You can't even hide a sack of gold! For it couldn't be slipped out of the house, day or night, an' hid or buried, let alone be rid off with You may lose all I'm tellin' you, Jane, hopin' to prepare you, if the worst does coot to feel things"

"Lassiter, what can I do?"

"Nothin', I reckon, except knohat's coa-deferred call on--"

"Hush!Hush!" she whispered

"Well, even that wouldn't help you any in the end"

"What does it hter--a Morion--in duty For years I've given with a free and full heart When my father died I was rich If I'h ways to become poor What am I, what are my possessions to set in motion such intensity of secret oppression?"

"Jane, the mind behind it all is an eive freely--all I own to avert this--this wretched thing If I gave--that would leave me with faith still Surely my--my churchmen think of my soul? If I lose my trust in them--"

"Child, be still!" said Lassiter, with a dark dignity that had in it so, an' your heart matches your size But in mind you're a child

I'll say a littleainst your churchmen They tried you out, an' failed of persuasion, an' finally of threats You meet now the cold steel of a will as far from Christlike as the universe is wide You're to be broken Your body's to be held, given to so children into the world But your soul?What do they care for your soul?"