You want to get on him here, or outside ?" "Outside," she said, coldly.
In front of the stable door she mounted, Antrim helping her despite her scornful protest.
"Listen," he said, as he stood for an instant at the horse's head, dimly outlined.

"You'd better go to Hamlin's--that's nearest.

An' make arrangements to stay there.

I'm burnin' the Circle L buildin's.

There won't be a stick standin' when I get through! When I get through, I'm goin' back to my place on the Rabbit Ear.