CHAPTER XXII. RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE 

Black Star and Night, answering to spur, swept swiftly westward along the white, slow-rising, sage-bordered trail. Venters heard a mournful howl from Ring, but Whitie was silent. The blacks settled into their fleet, long-striding gallop. The wind sweetly fanned Venters's hot face. From the summit of the first low-swelling ridge he looked back. Lassiter waved his hand; Jane waved her scarf. Venters replied by standing in his stirrups and holding high his sombrero. Then the dip of the ridge hid them. From the height of the next he turned once more. Lassiter, Jane, and the burros had disappeared. They had gone down into the Pass. Venters felt a sensation of irreparable loss. 

"Bern--look!" called Bess, pointing up the long slope. 

A small, dark, moving dot split the line where purple sage met blue sky. That dot was a band of riders. 

"Pull the black, Bess." 

They slowed from gallop to canter, then to trot. The fresh and eager horses did not like the check. 

"Bern, Black Star has great eyesight." 

"I wonder if they're Tull's riders. They might be rustlers. But it's all the same to us." 

The black dot grew to a dark patch moving under low dust clouds. It grew all the time, though very slowly. There were long periods when it was in plain sight, and intervals when it dropped behind the sage. The blacks trotted for half an hour, for another half-hour, and still the moving patch appeared to stay on the horizon line. Gradually, however, as time passed, it began to enlarge, to creep down the slope, to encroach upon the intervening distance. 
Who were waving at each other?
What did Jane wave?
What did Lassiter wave?
What did Venters do?
And what did he hold up?
Who was with Venters?
What was the name of the horses?
What are their specific names?
Who saw something in the distance?
What did she see?
What did the dot turn out to be?
At this point could they still see Jane?
Where had they gone?
How did Venters fill about that?
Lassiter and jane
 Lassiter waved his hand; Jane waved her scarf
her scarf
; Jane waved her scarf
his hand;
Lassiter waved his hand; 
stood in his stirrups
enters replied by standing in his stirrups and holding high his sombrero. 
his sombrero
 holding high his sombrero
Lassiter, Jane, and the burros
Lassiter, Jane, and the burros 
The blacks
The blacks
Black Star and Night
Black Star and Night, answering to spur, swept swif
bess
"Bern--look!" called Bess, pointing up the long slope
A small, dark, moving dot
A small, dark, moving dot split the line where purple sage met blue sky. That dot was a band of riders
a band of riders.
hat dot was a band of riders. 
No
hey had gone down into the Pass. Venters felt a sensation of irreparable loss. 
into the Pass.
. They had gone down into the Pass. Venters felt a sensation of irreparable loss. 
felt  irreparable loss.
Venters felt a sensation of irreparable loss. 