"Grab the reins!" But though Morgan made a valiant effort the roan easily swerved past him and went racing down the road.
"My God," groaned Silent, "he's gone!" "Saddles!" called someone.

"We'll catch him!" "Catch hell!" answered Silent bitterly.

"There ain't a hoss on earth that can catch him--an' now that he ain't got the weight of a rider, he'll run away from the wind!" "Anyway there goes Dan on Satan after him!" "No use! The roan ain't carryin' a thing but the saddle." "Satan never seen the day he could make the roan eat dust, anyway!" "Look at 'em go, boys!" "There ain't no use," said Jim Silent sadly, "he'll wind his black for nothin'-- an' I've lost the best hoss on the ranges." "I believe him," whispered one man to a neighbour, "because I've got an idea that hoss is Red Peter himself!" His companion stared at him agape.
"Red Pete!" he said.

"Why, pal, that's the hoss that Silent--" "Maybe it is an' maybe it ain't.

But why should we ask too many questions ?" "Let the marshals tend to him.