Riders of the Purple Sage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 413 pages of information about Riders of the Purple Sage.

Riders of the Purple Sage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 413 pages of information about Riders of the Purple Sage.

Like rough iron his hard hand crushed Jane’s.  In it she felt the difference she saw in him.  Wild, rugged, unshorn—­yet how splendid!  He had gone away a boy—­he had returned a man.  He appeared taller, wider of shoulder, deeper-chested, more powerfully built.  But was that only her fancy—­he had always been a young giant—­was the change one of spirit?  He might have been absent for years, proven by fire and steel, grown like Lassiter, strong and cool and sure.  His eyes—­were they keener, more flashing than before?—­met hers with clear, frank, warm regard, in which perplexity was not, nor discontent, nor pain.

“Look at me long as you like,” he said, with a laugh.  “I’m not much to look at.  And, Jane, neither you nor Lassiter, can brag.  You’re paler than I ever saw you.  Lassiter, here, he wears a bloody bandage under his hat.  That reminds me.  Some one took a flying shot at me down in the sage.  It made Wrangle run some....Well, perhaps you’ve more to tell me than I’ve got to tell you.”

Briefly, in few words, Jane outlined the circumstances of her undoing in the weeks of his absence.

Under his beard and bronze she saw his face whiten in terrible wrath.

“Lassiter—­what held you back?”

No time in the long period of fiery moments and sudden shocks had Jane Withersteen ever beheld Lassiter as calm and serene and cool as then.

“Jane had gloom enough without my addin’ to it by shootin’ up the village,” he said.

As strange as Lassiter’s coolness was Venters’s curious, intent scrutiny of them both, and under it Jane felt a flaming tide wave from bosom to temples.

“Well—­you’re right,” he said, with slow pause.  “It surprises me a little, that’s all.”

Jane sensed then a slight alteration in Venters, and what it was, in her own confusion, she could not tell.  It had always been her intention to acquaint him with the deceit she had fallen to in her zeal to move Lassiter.  She did not mean to spare herself.  Yet now, at the moment, before these riders, it was an impossibility to explain.

Venters was speaking somewhat haltingly, without his former frankness.  “I found Oldring’s hiding-place and your red herd.  I learned—­I know—­ I’m sure there was a deal between Tull and Oldring.”  He paused and shifted his position and his gaze.  He looked as if he wanted to say something that he found beyond him.  Sorrow and pity and shame seemed to contend for mastery over him.  Then he raised himself and spoke with effort.  “Jane I’ve cost you too much.  You’ve almost ruined yourself for me.  It was wrong, for I’m not worth it.  I never deserved such friendship.  Well, maybe it’s not too late.  You must give me up.  Mind, I haven’t changed.  I am just the same as ever.  I’ll see Tull while I’m here, and tell him to his face.”

“Bern, it’s too late,” said Jane.

“I’ll make him believe!” cried Venters, violently.

“You ask me to break our friendship?”

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