Was it to avoid another meeting with Lassiter that he went?
Could it have any connection with the probable nearness of Oldring and his gang?
"Gone, yes, thank goodness," replied Jane.

"Now I'll have peace for a while.

Lassiter, I want you to see my horses.

You are a rider, and you must be a judge of horseflesh.

Some of mine have Arabian blood.
My father got his best strain in Nevada from Indians who claimed their horses were bred down from the original stock left by the Spaniards." "Well, ma'am, the one you've been ridin' takes my eye," said Lassiter, as he walked round the racy, clean-limbed, and fine-pointed roan.
"Where are the boys ?" she asked, looking about.