36/50 He saw one rancher running, and he felt intuitively that this fellow was going to join in the chase. Duane's steed pounded on, not noticeably slower, but with a lack of former smoothness, with a strained, convulsive, jerking stride which showed he was almost done. He had reached it sooner than he expected. Then he made a discovery--he had entered the zone of wire fences. As he dared not turn back now, he kept on, intending to ride through the village. |