You cut off there--see ?--and bear away north from the Three B's.

You got a hoss that _is_, and believe me, you'll need him before you're through." He lowered his voice and his eyes bulged with the terror of his tidings: "Feed him the leather; ride to beat hell; never stop while your hoss can raise a trot; and then slide off your hoss and get another.

Son, in three days Mac Strann'll be on your trail!" He stepped back and waved his arms.
"Now, _vamos!_" The black stallion flicked back its ears and winced from the outflung hands, but the rider remained imperturbed.
"I never heard of Mac Strann," said Barry.
"You never heard of Mac Strann ?" echoed the other.
"But I'd like to meet him," said Barry.
The deputy marshal blinked his eyes rapidly, as though he needed to clear his vision.
"Son," he said hoarsely.

"I c'n see you're game.

But don't make a fall play.