He made ten miles or more then by daylight, and after that proceeded cautiously along a road which appeared to be well worn from travel.

He passed several thickets where he would have halted to hide during the day but for the fact that he had to find water.
He was a long while in coming to it, and then there was no thicket or clump of mesquite near the waterhole that would afford him covert.

So he kept on.
The country before him was ridgy and began to show cottonwoods here and there in the hollows and yucca and mesquite on the higher ground.

As he mounted a ridge he noted that the road made a sharp turn, and he could not see what was beyond it.

He slowed up and was making the turn, which was down-hill between high banks of yellow clay, when his mettlesome horse heard something to frighten him or shied at something and bolted.
The few bounds he took before Duane's iron arm checked him were enough to reach the curve.