m； and then dropped her head。 Presently she raised it to greet Lassiter with something like a smile。 〃My righteous brethren are at work again；〃 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 seemed to pierce her。 〃I said I was prepared for anything； but that was hardly true。 But why would theyanybody stampede my cattle？〃
〃That's a Mormon's godly way of bringin' a woman to her knees。〃
〃Lassiter； I'll die before I ever bend my knees。 I might be led I won't be driven。 Do you expect the herd to bolt？〃
〃I don't like the looks of them big steers。 But you can never tell。 Cattle sometimes stampede as easily as buffalo。 Any little flash or move will start them。 A rider gettin' down an' walkin' toward them sometimes will make them jump an' fly。 Then again 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' Mormons to think of devilish tricks。〃
〃Lassiter； might not this trick be done by Oldring's men？〃 asked Jane； ever grasping at straws。
〃It might 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 from championing men who at the very moment were proving to her that they were little and mean compared even with rustlers。
〃Look！。。。Jane； them leadin' steers have bolted。 They're drawin' the stragglers； an' that'll pull the whole herd。〃
Jane was not quick enough to catch the details called out by Lassiter； but she saw the line of cattle lengthening。 Then； like a stream of white bees pouring from a huge swarm； the steers stretched out from the main body。 In a few moments； with astonishing rapidity； the whole herd got into motion。 A faint roar of trampling hoofs came to Jane's ears； and gradually swelled； low； rolling clouds of dust began to rise above the sage。
〃It's a stampede； an' a hummer；〃 said Lassiter。
〃Oh； Lassiter！ The herd's running with the valley！ It leads into the canyon！ There's a straight jump…off！〃
〃I reckon they'll run into it； too。 But that's a good many miles yet。 An'； Jane； this valley swings round almost north before it goes east。 That stampede will pass within a mile of us。〃
The long； white； bobbing line of steers streaked swiftly through the sage； and a funnel…shaped dust…cloud arose at a low angle。 A dull rumbling filled Jane's ears。
〃I'm thinkin' of millin' that herd；〃 said Lassiter。 His gray glance swept up the slope to the west。 〃There's some specks an' dust way off toward the village。 Mebbe that's Judkins an' his boys。 It ain't likely he'll get here in time to help。 You'd better hold Black Star here on this high ridge。〃
He ran to his horse and； throwing off saddle…bags and tightening the cinches； he leaped astride and galloped straight down across the valley。
Jane went for Black Star and； leading him to the summit of the ridge； she mounted and faced the valley with excitement and expectancy。 She had heard of milling stampeded cattle； and knew it was a feat accomplished by only the most daring riders。
The white herd was now strung out in a line two miles long。 The dull rumble of thousands of hoofs deepened into continuous low thunder； and as the steers swept swiftly closer the thunder became a heavy roll。 Lassiter crossed in a few moments the level of the valley to the eastern rise of ground and there waited the coming of the herd。 Presently； as the head of the white line reached a point opposite to where Jane stood； Lassiter spurred his black into a run
Jane saw him take a position on the off side of the leaders of the stampede； and there he rode。 It was like a race。 They swept on down the valley； and when the end of the white line neared Lassiter's first stand the head had begun to swing round to the west。 It swung slowly and stubbornly； yet surely； and gradually assumed a long； beautiful curve of moving white。 To Jane's amaze she saw the leaders swinging； turning till they headed back toward her and up the valley。 Out to the right of these wild plunging steers ran Lassiter's black； and Jane's keen eye appreciated the fleet stride and sure…footedness of the blind horse。 Then it seemed that the herd moved in a great curve； a huge half…moon with the points of head and tail almost opposite； and a mile apart But Lassiter relentlessly crowded the leaders； sheering them to the left； turning them little by little。 And the dust…blinded wild followers plunged on madly in the tracks of their leaders。 This ever…moving； ever…changing curve of steers rolled toward Jane and when below her； scarce half a mile； it began to narrow and close into a circle。 Lassiter had ridden parallel with her position； turned toward her； then aside； and now he was riding directly away from her； all the time pushing the head of that bobbing line inward。
It was then that Jane； suddenly understanding Lassiter's feat stared and gasped at the riding of this intrepid man。 His horse was fleet and tireless； but blind。 He had pushed the leaders around and around till they were about to turn in on the inner side of the end of that line of steers。 The leaders were already running in a circle； the end of the herd was still running almost straight。 But soon they would be wheeling。 Then； when Lassiter had the circle formed； how would he escape？ With Jane Withersteen prayer was as ready as praise； and she prayed for this man's safety。 A circle of dust began to collect。 Dimly； as through a yellow veil； Jane saw Lassiter press the leaders inward to close the gap in the sage。 She lost sight of him in the dust； again she thought she saw the black； riderless now； rear and drag himself and fall。 Lassiter had been thrownlost！ Then he reappeared running out of the dust into the sage。 He had escaped； and she breathed again。
Spellbound； Jane Withersteen watched this stupendous millwheel of steers。 Here was the milling of the herd。 The white running circle closed in upon the open space of sage。 And the dust circles closed above into a pall。 The ground quaked and the incessant thunder of pounding hoofs rolled on。 Jane felt deafened； yet she thrilled to a new sound。 As the circle of sage lessened the steers began to bawl； and when it closed entirely there came a great upheaval in the center； and a terrible thumping of heads and clicking of horns。 Bawling； climbing； goring； the great mass of steers on the inside wrestled in a crashing din； heaved and groaned under the pressure。 Then came a deadlock。 The inner strife ceased； and the hideous roar and crash。 Movement went on in the outer circle； and that； too； gradually stilled。 The white herd had come to a stop； and the pall of yellow dust began to drift away on the wind。
Jane Withersteen waited on the ridge with full and grateful heart。 Lassiter appeared； making his weary way toward her through the sage。 And up on the slope Judkins rode into sight with his troop of boys。 For the present； at least； the white herd would be looked after。
When Lassiter reached her and laid his hand on Black Star's mane； Jane could not find speech。
〃Killedmyhoss；〃 he panted。
〃Oh！ I'm sorry；〃 cried Jane。 〃Lassiter！ I know you can't replace him； but I'll give you any one of my racersBells； or Night； even Black Star。〃
〃I'll take a fast hoss； Jane； but not one of your favorites；〃 he replied。 〃Onlywill you let me have Black Star now an' ride him over there an' head off them fellers who stampeded the herd？〃
He pointed to several moving specks of black and puffs of dust in the purple sage。
〃I can head them off with this hoss； an' then〃
〃Then； Lassiter？〃
〃They'll never stampede no more cattle。〃
〃Oh！ No！ No！。。。Lassiter； I won't let you go！〃
But a flush of fire flamed in her cheeks； and her trembling hands shook Black Star's bridle； and her eyes fell before Lassiter's。
CHAPTER VII。 THE DAUGHTER OF WITHERSTEEN
〃Lassiter； will you be my rider？〃 Jane had asked him。
〃I reckon so；〃 he had replied。
Few as the words were； Jane knew how infinitely much they implied。 She wanted him to take charge of her cattle and horse and ranges； and save them if that were possible。 Yet； though she could not have spoken aloud all she meant； she was perfectly honest with herself。 Whatever the price to be paid； she must keep Lassiter close to her； she must shield from him the man who had led Milly Erne to Cottonwoods。 In her fear she so controlled mind that she did not whisper this Mormon's name to her own soul； she did not even think it。 Besides； beyond this thing she regarded as a sacred obligation thrust upon her； was the need of a helper； of a friend； of a champion in this critical time。 If she could rule this gun…man； as Venters had called him； if she could even keep him from shedding blood； what strategy to play his flame and his presence against the game of oppression her churchmen were waging against her？ Never would she forget the effect on Tull and his men when Venters shouted Lassiter's name。 If she could not wholly control Lassiter； then what she could do night put off the fatal day。
One of her safe racers was a dark bay； and she called him Bells because of the way he struck his iron shoes on the stones。 When Jerd led out this slender； beautifully built horse Lassiter suddenly became all eyes。 A rider's love of a thoroughbred shone in them。 Round and round Bells he walked； plainly weakening all the time in his determination not to take one of Jane's favorite racers。
〃Lassiter； you're half horse； and Bells sees it already；〃 said Jane； laughing。 〃Look at his eyes。 He likes you。 He'll love you； too。 How can you resist him？ Oh； Lassiter； but Bells can run！ It's nip and tuck between him and Wrangle； and only Black Star can beat him。 He's too spirited a horse for a woman。 Take him。 He's yours。〃
〃I jest am weak where a hoss's concerned；〃 said Lassiter。 〃I'll take him； an' I'll take your orders； ma'am。〃
〃Well； I'm glad； but never mind the ma'am。 Let it still be Jane。〃
From that hour； it seemed； Lassiter was always in the saddle； riding early and late； and coinci