A long stretch of lonely road! How fiercely, with hot, strange joy, he wheeled his horse upon it! Then he was sweeping along, sure now that he was out in front.

His horse still had strength and speed, but showed signs of breaking.

Presently Duane looked back.

Pursuers--he could not count how many--were loping along in his rear.

He paid no more attention to them, and with teeth set he faced ahead, grimmer now in his determination to foil them.
He passed a few scattered ranch-houses where horses whistled from corrals, and men curiously watched him fly past.